are you smart for the smartphone?

Am I the only one around here who is so obsessed with my Smartphone? If you are reading this via your cell then you don't need to say a word. I totally get. We all are starting to live in a generation highly obsessed with technology which is good and good but unwillingly bad. For the most of us it is a beginning to another boring lectures about the ill effects of smart phones but I’ve decided to cut that crap.so, don’t start whining.

Before we debate (debating with you about why are phones one heck of a thing) let’s get to the age old history of these beautiful things. I am not going to paste the whole Wikipedia here but I am going to guess how it all started. Universally we all know how sir graham bell invented this and are still being cursed by some mother driving a car with his teenager at the back seat operating a phone but what if it wasn’t true at all? What if cell phones had been invented before that time for secret communications? Types of means which could only be used by the very rich and powerful or maybe for detective job? What if graham bell invented this to talk to her sweetheart across the street? I don’t know if that was what he invented it for but seeing the condition nowadays I bet he did thought of that somewhere.

Imagine if people from different centuries had access to this gadget. Imagine Juliet in the middle of a very heartbreaking conversation with her family members when suddenly her phone bell rings! And it’s a call from Romeo disguised as Lila, her friend! But then she was suspected and doubted to be cheating on her parents and family members and they take that number secretively from her call logs and find it on truecalkler! What a pity that’d be. Poor Juliet must stick onto letters written from her blood. What if at night they both texted instead of that drama that used to happen where Romeo used to call out her name in pain and anger but after seeing her face it’s all just love and desire in his eyes. What if they just texted each other like

Juliet: hey babe!

Romeo: hii my love! How are you?

Juliet: better than before! Now that I have heard your voicemail…. Things can’t get better than this!

Romeo: the colony people have ordered me not to disturb their peaceful night’s sleep by singing songs for you so; I’ll be sending you voice messages only from now on…

JulietL: yes, I was going to talk to you about that only… my caretaker has also warned me about that... I understand.

Romeo: let’s download Skype… so that we can see each other’s face whenever we want!

Juliet: baby I already have that! And guess what my wallpaper is? It’s our pic! See!

 

Romeo: oh wow!

I remember being a kid without that much of technology and more toys. Thankfully I have played outside and waited for evenings to go out and play. I used to carry a water bottle with me to the park sometimes with some energy drink mixed with it so that I can feel fresh in between the intervals. I used to wait for hours and believe me that used to be the hardest time of the day when it’s time and it’s too hot to go outside. There was a continuously changing decision about the attire that was suitable or not. Occasionally I’d drop late at home and get a huge lecture about carefulness as at that time I didn’t had any phones to inform my mother about my whereabouts but now that I finally have a phone it’s like me and evenings are strangers. I just sit or lay on the couch in the most unpleasing manner and scroll through my phone. Sometimes it’s so irritating to actually just sit there every day doing the same old things and scrolling through the oh so interesting newsfeed.

People will be people. My mother constantly reminds me of the fact that I can’t get any beautiful than what I actually am. Even after makeup for how long is it going to last? Eventually it all comes down to my original face. Unfortunately same is with brains. When people buy smart phones I think they feel they are buying some smartness for themselves. I think smart phones are carrying a misunderstood acknowledgement with themselves. You are going to be the same idiotic person you were after you buy the latest Smartphone or you7 just buy that 1920s junk. People just need to accept that there is nothing new left for them in the newsfeed and that there is nothing so cool about what they just did. People are begging for privacy nowadays and some people are too busy posting updates about what lunch they just had. There are some lunatics who like to inform people about every second of their lives. Sometimes I just wish to change my name to ‘nobody’ so that I can like their posts and their notification be like nobody liked your post. It’s been like a month or two since I had last opened face book and then there’s these number of mad friends I have and I be like nope later!

Well, internet is like the best thing that has happened to all of us. Some people use it effectively and then some badly but then there are people like me who are laughing anonymously at people’s posts from like half the earth away and not even without a proper account inside a blanket. The best thing on the internet is when it helps you with all the dozen homework which teachers think you’re going to actually study and write for yourself. a moment of silence for them and also for those who are reading this and wondering what’s actually wrong in that I do it inside their heads. ONEDOESNOTSIMPLYDOTHAT. I am so thankful to the founder of Wikipedia, Google and moths solving websites. This I will be including at my award winning speech. Without the internet life would have been a water of time. Now I can finally write a novel about how I spent a week without the internet. A true tragedy story.

Tell me yours and maybe we all can laugh about it together!                           

come back in summer and in snow....

we all are captivated by seeing beautiful pictures. we all at some point of our lives wanted to become an artist. everyone of us have dreamt about things and tried to picture it. there hasn't been a day in which i havn't doodled inside my old and boring textbook(believe me it becomes twice hard to control myself from doodling in notebooks) . if you come to visit my class then let me remind you that all those stupid and non sensible "n" shaped doodles that you find on your seat or desk are my creations. time passes by and all of us throw our passions inside the dustbin or we just forget it but i, to be lucky enough kept it with me and learnt drawing portraits. i may not be as good as others but i am trying. so, some of us, the doodlers like me who went out and achieved big became millionaire through their art. i sometimes wonder how drawing a line can make me a million.while i am still figuring it out some people are too busy adoring those lines. what actually goes through the artist's mind isn't even known to the artist himself until someone finally comes up to him to know the whole story. 

some paintings make us go "ouch!" while others make us go "aww" . keeping that in mind here's my poem "a paining on the wall" . hope you like it

A painting on the wall

With a deciduous tree,

Showing beauty of the fall

Says enough to me.

Depicting every part of it

Without a mic to speak,

All full of orange, 

With a hint of green., but

Seems like spring to me.

What is it? Just a plain Sheet.

Made up of paper and trees.

Printed with some colors

Attracting each.,

Wanting me to stay ,

Look at the beauty

Of every detail,

 I am unable to see

Just a tree with nothing To feel.

.                                                                     As the light closes

                                                                      I will have  to go ,

                                                               

but I will come Back in summer,

and in snow,

seeing the branches

And the leaves,

 will they grow?

being beautiful

“A real girl isn’t perfect and a perfect girl isn’t real”

We all dream of perfection, being perfect is what everyone possibly desires. What is perfection? Having beauty? Flawless silky smooth hair? Or a unique fashion sense? No, certainly not. For me perfection is being myself without a damn to the world. By being myself I am ready for everything not that I have to prepare myself. I wonder why girls hide themselves from people or public and it tears my heart apart when they have a pretty face to win the world. All because they don’t think that they are not good enough? Well if you know the truth, you are beautiful not in looks, just the way you are. No wonder your skin colour or your face, the height or that lady grace. Beauty is all we carve but all this time you never realise that while collecting the rocks you lost a diamond, shining inside you. Wearing a million dollar dress won’t make anything look good instead wearing your million dollar smile can light up the whole town.

I just don’t get it why people listen to those stupid comments about them even though it’s been taught a thousand times that what someone says can never affect you. If someone says you are mad, you are possibly not going to be made until the rest of your life. These types of comments about one’s personality or self can destroy the whole confidence. That when these makeup companies take advantage. They lure you into thinking of yourself worthless and appeal to fix it all by their cosmetics. No eye shadow, no mascara can define how deep you eyes are. Even if it’s a pimple, never be ashamed or try to hide it it’s a part of you. Throw that makeup in the bin, where it belongs.

Don’t ever try to show what you are not because pretending that is much worse than a lie in fact it is a lie. Applying makeup hides your face meaning that it hides you and despite how much you feel good after applying it on you are never going to be that same person again. When you clean that off I wonder how you look at yourself. After betraying your true face how can you expect your true side to sleep with you the whole night and hide in the morning?

All everyone dreams is to be loved by everyone. Applying a ton of foundation isn’t going to make everyone love you. The ones who love you will never like you because of a pretty face. They’ll love you no matter how you are. They will accept you as it are. Just the way you are. And that’s when you’ll know that no matter how pathetic you look people who really care for you will care because love happens, not for a reason .an life that given to you can always be made better don’t let your beauty fade...... not inside. Because in the end no one will remember how good you looked they will remember how good your deeds were. Never let your face be ruined. And if you feel insecure about yourself how come you are expecting someone else to love you? Love yourself. You are lovely and god’s own creation doesn’t let him down. 

hit me with a ray of summer

When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.

Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore.... who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.

When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.

Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.

It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.

In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets......

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good..... They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

just because i am fat

hello everyone! first of all if you are reading this dakshita then hit a like and comment to show your presence! and everybody say hello to my friend. in case you aren't able to look directly at her or you haven't met her then let me tell you how she looks. she's thin,short and cheerful. quite my type . dirty minded and naughty. she has vampire like two canines and hair so wavy that i could kill for!

And the season’s back when girls finally feel insecure and the most disgusting thing ever on the planet but now I don’t feel sympathetic towards them I need sympathy for my own dear life. I always bluffed about how beautiful a girl is when she’s comfortable in her own self. With her own body and there’s nothing she’d want to hide. Even if she’s curvy, fat or thin she’s satisfied but let me clear it up now. It’s all a trap. Life feels horrible after my realisation of being fat. I am just of no good. No, I haven’t been struck by lightning I am struck with cholesterol! Oh my! It would have been better if I would have been struck by lightning than to face this ugly truth about myself that makes me want to puke all over the place. I never had that coming. Actually I am damn confused about how to explain it. I am at a stage of my life which I thought I’d never end up to. At least not in my teens but I guess the odds aren’t on my favour. Hit me in the face someone?

So, it all started with a very happy story when I and my dearest friends were over to a friend’s house for a sleepover after her tiring dance party. Honestly I’ve always loved dance parties no matter how much my heels ache the very next day there’s something about them that I can’t resist. It isn’t only just the dance party but it’s also about what we are going to wear. basically this is what we talk about weeks ago before we even know the party is coming but since we are girls and girls like fashion and fashion is fun we gossip all day long about how glam and tip toed we’ll be looking on the big day. we all are the suspense breakers as we can’t simply keep our outfit a secret so all you can do with us is that talk about your outfit as much as possible and explain each and every millimetre of it and yes, don’t forget your accessories! I love this topic so much that I can talk about it day and night. As per my record which completely says that I looked glam in all the recent parties I am pretty much sure that I’ll look better in my future outfits too! Honestly I love it when my besties complement me and my collection, the feeling that one gets at that time is unexplainable. So, every time I go out for a much awaited shopping spree before picking out just the right outfit I always keep in mind that it looks exactly the way I want it to look in any party. Not too decent nor too out of the world. I carefully choose my outfit and no wonder how many I have but I always fall for the one in the black. Be it totally black or just a little hint of it. Something is there about it that catches my eye. Well so, this time I decided to wear the dress my sister bought for me from my dream destination Paris! Yes, at first i was freaking out too but I just wanted all eyes on me so I decided to pair that LBD with some black stockings and a pair of black wedges and a prepped up ponytail. I thought I looked too damn hot for it but as I had seen the birthday girl’s dress I wanted to be another showstopper in the room. To my expectation at first everyone was looking at me and admiring me but then if we move this story a bit ahead when I was at my friend’s home one of my tall bestie commented that I looked healthy. You obviously know my reaction very well don’t you? I was like oh my god! What? Do I look fat? Omg! No! No! Noooooooooooooooooo! For god’s sake no! I asked her if she was serious and she nodded which seemed pretty much like a yes to me. Well never mind that I ignored it and cooled myself down but then today during school hours another best friend came up and told me that her mother even said to her that I looked healthier than before. Again you very well know my reaction. Kill me please!!!!????? Why? Why only me? She even pointed out to my diet and told me to control a bit on my carvings and stay away from my beloved chocolates and all sorts of unhealthy things. How can I stay away from them? Can you stay away from your loved ones? Just as I was about to ignore it I sensed a sudden urge to cry and whined like a two year old in front of her with a very tensed face. To give me relief she confirmed that it wasn’t much and that she too looked just like me but like I cared at that time about that. I know they all were just lies. Sad lies. I whined all my way in the recess and asked one of my boy friends to tell me whether I seemed fat from anywhere and he at first took it in a very casual way and replied with a very satisfying no but then he snapped back and instantly replied that my face looked a bit smaller than my body! Oh no! I don’t know what to do! So as soon I rushed home I asked my father to tell me a few exercises which help reduce fat. I feel dumb now rivewing myself in the mirror now since like from the time I have reached home. I feel disgusting not just because I was told I looked fatter but also because I never believed in any of this. Where am the me which said once that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes? Where is that me? At this time I am questioning myself if I actually think that my theories are correct or just fake. Am I not pretty just because of my weight?

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the spongebob inside of me

we all have our own list of worries. some people are too busy counting theirs while others just throw it at their problem's face, i mean just imagine it. hilarious. we all are humans and all of us tend to worry and get nervous hopefully only some of us still wet their pants. thank god for that because if that happens a lot then i guess stages have to keep atleast 10 sweepers daily. thinking of this i am disgusted already to go to the stage tomorrow. thanks already brain! we all are full of emotions and thoughts and ideas even though our generation has mostly the nonsense ones but look on the brighter side of it! atleast we have a full functioning brain! i am a rfeally anxious person , i get tensed on typical things . yes,you can count any normal thing that you do and if you can't think then let me give you today's example. 

since the last week we are going to our main branch and i know that you already know what for but in case if you don't then here's my tip : 1.read my last published post girl! and 2.you look like a uniciorn probably because noone has ever seen one. lol i am so weird. anyway as we are going to have a super-duper annual function this year after like 3 or 4 years our school fauculty suddenly arised and shined with the most disgusting idea of all to cancel both our carnivals and practise for our annual function. yep, i know i should have killed them already but nah... m good. so,we are enjoying a lot practicing there with our friends over there and having fun and all kinds of stuff people do in schools except studies. everyday was the same, we all girls of the same class boarded a bus and left for the other branch and i was thankfully seated by some girls which i knew and this new seating arrangement took place today. i wasn't aware of anything related to the "pom-pom group" don't judge me , i know it's hideous but since we are designated as cheerleaders in our dance i think it isn't that bad . after a whole tiring day i finally boarded the bus and talked for hours with the girls sitting next to me and then later i came to know that all the costumes were distributed and i wasn't even there so i had no costume to be worn but then i asked my ma'am about my dress and she told me that she had locked it in the cupboard and i felt a tiny bit of relief but then the monster inside me woke up and started yelling like spongebob , yes, it's that bad and i got freaked out and since i called my bestie just right now i got shocked. she told me that all the costumes were ill-fitted and UN-ironed and i wanted to break down into pieces after hearing this. so, i freaked out again and decided to Google to how to not take stress and after reading the same  crap again and again i decided to do it my way and i felt wonderful after doing it the way i wanted. i went to the washroom and did my thing and sat there for a while,closed my eyes and thought about my present where i had nothing to do but accept the fact that it was totally impossible to break into the school right now and find my dress . then i thought about the past, it's gone and it's history and i need to remember more about our freedom fighters rather than how the dress dispersal went and in the future i made plans for things to go perfectly as i have thought. end of it. i opened my eyes and talked to myself that  it's a waste of time to worry about such small things when i have bigger things to worry about like ebola or maybe my dinner! 

the thing is i want my experience to be someone's guidance. yes, obviously i have read that quote which says that i want to hear someone say to me that because of you i didn't stopped but right now i am being a very kind person and you should cherish that. i wanted  my problem to be solved . i wanted to help others who are thinking the same or who have been trapped or caged by their own thoughts. who are mot willing to meditate or are running out of time,money or love. anything. my solution to become someone else's answer too! so, if you are going through a mental trauma then please visit my blog! god, i am so greedy but it's my good too! I've done enough kindness for today!but seriously i know how that feels and those weird butterflies and things getting onto your nerves. just in case nothing like that happens to you, you better pass a human or robot test. 

we all are same and equal and blah blah blah...... sorry but I've done enough for today.

i love you bestie!!!!

Some people are actually ones who come and change your life. They are meant to mend your ways and completely change the way you think! They totally restore your faith about things you believe don’t even exist. Ok, I am not talking about a lover. Though I wish I could experience that feeling but I guess the above description is quite worthless and small to tell you about it, I am talking here about friends! Friends, no not that show you T.V. maniac, I am talking about the people who we are comfortable with, who we know and don’t want to get apart from them. At least I don’t want to.........but however they are funny, sad, annoying or just crap they are friends. People often are not friendly and as I grew up I began understanding every letter to the core of these two words. As I was a small kid about the age of four or five I had faith in friendship and by that I mean a lot of it because I could easily make friends except the grumpy cat faced people because in that case I would have ran like hell. To be honest I was innocent and as I grew up I have realised that every single person around me is willing to sign a use and throw contract with me. To some people I don’t even feel like a friend I am just another option to talk to when they need something. It was bitter but truth and truth is better than a bitter lie. That didn’t made sense right? Anyway I have this awesome friend pallavi who I love just to the moon and back.i feel so good being with her , although we meet very rarely but still I am going to be with her all day after three months because I am joining her school! Although we are of the same school but we study in different branches. So due to our annual function practise... did I mentioned that I am in a stupid drill? Holding pom-poms? No? Well now you know it. So, due to the practise we need to go to their branch and believe me and my friends only participated to go there. We are some sick girls with crazy minds. So, today all my faith in people restored. Why? Because first of all I’d like to curse my teacher misses manju who is strictly against boys and girls conversing or just sitting around. I hate such people who in this century, even the time when we are at heights of progress and prosperity, where our society is reforming with the norms it had earlier created but we, the children, how will we prosper and develop in such a society where the teachers are not only accepting this change, where the ones who teach us, guide us are the only ones to shape our minds like they were of the society which we are struggling to change. I wish teachers could be young and jolly so that they understand the future of their country and I wish I could just ban such teachers who do such type of things and get this cautiousness in the brain set of small buds. It’s against us, against the future. What on earth does she thinks she is? Always full of sarcasm. Not appropriate to be called as a teacher.

Whenever I went to her branch she always used to find me and hug me and so happened this time! She came to meet me! Who she hasn’t been able to talk to n ages. I felt so good that I was important to someone! I felt so glad! I felt as if she was a real friend. I went to meet her and her friends and god they were so nice! As if they knew me since ages! Later in the break when Miss Manju sent all the boys to the canteen we were ferocious of the kind of behaviour we girls were getting. We weren’t even allowed to go to the canteen! Isn’t that partial! So, she came along with her friend and brought grilled sandwiches for me! Wish people like her exist even more. What can I do now with no words let to tell you about how I feel, nothing left to describe but still I want to tell you more about it but what should I do with this feeling of satisfaction in my heart and an overwhelming big grin......

#HBD

Birthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13^th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with theBirthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13^th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with theBirthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13^th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with atleast someone

oh my tiffin

"yes, i ate but just a little.........."

isn't it tiring eating the same food again and again . forcing the taste buds to forget how to taste but still eat the same crap. yes, it's a pretty common issue among us when me and my friends were toddlers but if saying no to all the regular stuff that i eat is being a child then yes, i am a toddler. i remember how fat i used to be(thank god that time took my fat away!) drinking milk and only milk. all i could ever desire was milk. but now feels like the biggest mistake of my life. milk? and me? some things don't get along like north and south pole, similarly this case is also one. when people or shall i say some up close and personal relatives come together there is a jolt of laughter only because of the incidences which happened in the past. each morning i am reminded of the fact that i loved milk and like i said "loved milk" i mean it in the past tense. time changes everything for instance look at me. a living example. i don't even like the things i liked a month back and you are reminding me of the things i admired when i was just three years old? i hope you got the point. but when i asked myself what could have been the reasons for such a disastrous change here's what i got

1. emotions.  while dealing with hormonal changes can be quite stressful i can actually explain how emotions change from second to second. the swing never stops . now i get the reason why i am so confused before ordering something . 
2. mom!!!!! let us all accept the fact that from the beginning of the life till it's universal end we all have our meals scheduled by moms . no matter how much swag you have on but ultimately it's your mom who keeps you healthy enough to put all of that on. thus we can conclude that it's never been your choice it's just you meal which your mother cooks with her ideas.
3. health:( sometimes you have to give up something for something . same is with the body and burgers. *no one can get both!* it's one of the critical moments when you have two ways to choose. one is the path leading to great health and fitness with pictures of glowing people and their happy lives and most importantly their long life. on the other hand is a cheesy double patty burger!!!!!!!! i know, i know! you'll choose the burger . one moment of silence for those who gave up burgers.
4. last but not the least our FRIENDS  this idea came up to me today while i was on duty at my school and for the first time in history i was eating my lunch alone. completely isolated. suddenly i felt like a brake inside my stomach which said that i can't eat more. stomach had a full alarm. this time i realized that what i was left with was almost half of the tiffin . the question was that how did it happen? yes, because half of the tiffin is robbed by my besties. sadly the portion i ate wasn't enough . 

backbitching

people are people. they are untrustworthy and unreliable. admit it there has been at least one point in your life, one certain point when all your faith in humanity went inside a dustbin . in day to day life i often come across such circumstances but today i just want to light fire to the dustbin and burn the person who had betrayed me , with it. so much pain!!!!!!!!!! so, i'd just like to share another of my poems to express my thoughts. please don't think i am a mentally ill patient!



sorry is that what you speak?
when you're done to shout and scream?
sorry is that what you say?
after you hate and break?

and you try to scream and hide
after all the rules you abide
and then you try and make your way....
sorry is then what you say?

you betray you fight
i listen and i try
i try, to not to be rude
but oh your silly attitude
i smile and i forget
but i swear i won't do that again
because all i have done is regret

enough have i had
and i don't deserve that!
why should i wait for you?
when you are always leaving my side
why should i waste my tears ?
when you think that you're right!

love me or love me not
i don't think i care
anymore of what's going on with you
and don't meddle with my affairs.

Our big day

Let the birds chirp,
Let the squridlls hide.
Let the wind blow
But never the day passes by
Open the curtains and let the rays in
I wish if i could make them stop
So when the day begins
We both can jump and hop
And let people freeze,
Pause whatever they may be doing
Come closer to me, as this day is all about us.
Then hold my hand and shake the soul in me.

My dress,the white dress
And oh my veil!
I wish i could tear them and get near as i can be
And then you whisper isn't this a sinful crime to let your eyes stop from meeting mine?
I blush and run away
But wherever i go , i'm sure you will follow my way
Because through thick and thin we will be like a knot
Unseparatable like paper and an ink dot.

We step on stones running by the stream ,
Just like a horse run along the sea.
I go swiftly through the woods
Walking barefeet,
Smiling like an idiot
Into the trees

Is that you in a black suit,
All suited and dressed?
But all because of me you're again dirty and messed.
By my waist you grab me like a flower is being plucked
Help me someone with you my heart is stuck.

Did cupids just aimed another arrow?
Because of this smell of yours i forget evry sorrow.
Make me wink,make me smile,
Make me laugh and make me cry
But don't you dare to leave my side

And eyes met like sunburst flames
On the ground as we lay feeling insane
But let's not forget it's the big day
Breaking the silence i went away.
Taking a last glance before i locked the hands with my father
And smiling a last time before this pause gets over .
And taking with me a hundred memories ,
Hide that face that looks so sober,
i am left with memories that no one will ever believe.

#hbd

Birthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13^th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with the second and third fears. I was completely alienated by my friends who all just went with their boyfriends and left me alone with no one to hang onto when I was scared. I started at the front of the line and ended up in the last where continuously some sort of a weirdo ghost an after me till I was out of the maze.  We went for a movie afterwards and it was damn boring well only for me because two of my friends sat alone and a sincere friend who I had nothing to talk with to sat by my side and my tall best friend and her boyfriend were completely cut off and lost into their own worlds and my long haired friend rakshita and her boyfriend rishab were considerate enough to at least see how alone I was on my own birthday. As if no one cared for me but he made my day. In fact they both made my day. I simply love them. I felt so sad and hideous on being all alone by myself but they both took me out of the theatre and made me enjoy my birthday. I felt so complete then. As if not only I just added a number to my age but also to the list of my forever in my heart buddies.

Be thankful for your birthday and the day when you are born is the luckiest day of all. At least be happy that you can celebrate it every year unlike those who turn a year old in four years.

RED

i searched for miles and days and hours but sorry my love,
i couldn't give you a flower.
a blue, green, pink or yellow
oh my! what a foolish fellow!
tell me why you angry? did i do something wrong?
did i not sing your favorite song?
tell me i ain't that strong
to hold on waiting for your answer.

it's time , it's been too long. i must leave
but speak ! i beg you! was the dinner not tasty?
or were the lights not good?
was it me? was it the place i stood?
was it the time? or was my attire fake?
you looked up and whispered with tears
and went away leaving me with the worst fear
i can still hear those slow lines
what more could a girl take? not dresses, not wine,
not being lavishly fed
but a rose with the color of red.

doctor,doctor!

So today I am going to tell you the funniest story ever! Like ever! When I heard it I rolled onto the floor and laughed till my stomach started hurting. I was like HAHAHAHA.... so, if you’re wondering what was actually that made me laugh so hard then let me tell you about it. As my beloved father told me this incidence I was already sure of the fact that I will be rolling on the floor afterwards. In case you don’t know about my dad’s humour then let me tell you that he opens his mouth rarely for a joke, in fact he doesn’t even remembers jokes but he’s kind of an on-the-spot comedian and believe me the type of silly jokes he cracks about weird situations is just too hilarious.

This time it was just so out of this world.

I was quietly lying on the bed with my mom, I was irritating her when all of a sudden my dad joined me and started her miserable story about a patient. Early this morning while he was in his cabin a patient knocked on his door. She was a lady and by her attire she didn’t seemed well to do. If someone knocks at your door what do you do? Well I just roll out like a ninja and secretly look through the keyhole but as seen by the point of view of a normal person the man would simply get up and enquire and so did he do. He got up and asked the lady, “yes,” the lady waited and asked about the fees that my father would charge. My father got so excited about the thought of having a patient because they are so rare in this season that he got up and went near the door and in stupidity told her to first let him examine and then tell the charges. To this she insisted that she’d first like to know the fees in a very stubborn way. My father agreed and again asked what problems she was facing but again the lady asked the fees so, to her reply my dad consoled her that the fees will be taken as minimum as they can . After this I thought that the lady will be satisfied but this stupid and stubborn lady again asked that how much my father can deduct from the original fees. God! Why are there such people on earth? If I were there I would have done two things either bang y head onto the wall and yell, “why god, why!” or take the patient’s head and bang it on the wall and yell, “why Gog! Why!” being a kind doctor he told her that the original fees was 200 rupees and note that it actually isn’t but he’d give her a special and exclusive discount of 100 rupees . After hours of her inquiry my innocent little father asked her to at least tell what the problem was!!!!!!!!!!!  And after hearing the reply I wasn’t able to laugh anymore. Like suddenly I went all poker faces -_- . Ppppppppoker facepppoker face, ppppoker face ppppppoker face, can’t read my, can’t read my, nobody can read my Poker Face.

The irony of the situation was that the lady who spent all her energy and time about asking the ‘FEES’ wasn’t actually the patient! She wasn’t even going to get examined!

The reason why I have lost faith in people.

Now comes the absolutely funny part! Finally when the lady agreed my father rushed towards the counter as if he was flash and told the assistant to take THE GODDAMN FEES!!!!!!!!!!! Before this huge step that he had taken was another huge reason. As per his experience such patients just come and go. They leave without even paying the money.

Such incidents make me want to leave this planet. It’s only because of such cases that I’d never become doctor and never advice one to become one! Comment about your visit to the doctor. What type of a character were you?

BOO!

Today my question to everyone is that what people have in mind when they create horror movies. It’s like planning a secret revenge for the whole world. I simply don’t understand the concept of people trying to entertain themselves by scaring the shit out of them. Ok, ok! I do that too. Yep too often but today I thought about it and was amazed when I found out how stupid I am and to make me feel better let me rephrase this sentence that how stupid we are. Mostly such movies are watched according to me at places where there is lack of excitement. Believe me; I’ve had all the things to prove it. Let me tell you an incident which took place sometime about the 7^th of November. I and my friends were up for a night stay at my bestie’s home where we were dying out of boredom. Suddenly sleeping seemed like a much better option than staying awake. As if boredom had encompassed the whole room. I was not at all in the favour of sleeping as we had two beds and I was supposed to share it with the long haired friend. If you get what I am trying to say than check your mouth again, maybe there are strands of hair inside it ;) . Moving back to the point all of a sudden we got a brilliant idea of watching The Conjuring after which I suppose we all will be conjured. At first the whole room lit lamps of hope and delight as if they’d be able to pass the next few hours before sleep very calmly but it all went down into the drain mainly because my friend’s ipad was in her mom’s room and the other because at the thought of the movie and given the summary of it by another friend my cutest friend (who often visits the bathroom) got terrified and wasn’t able to go and pee! Well, the same happened with me and this made me realise what a pussy cat I was. Shame on me. I just got scared by the summary of a scary movie. That whole night before sleeping the entire visualisation of the film ran of continuous replay in my head and in the dark of the night I felt that I should kill myself but eventually I dozed off.

I shouldn’t be saying this but I love watching such movies although I just equally hate the scary part at night when everything seems related to the spooky scenes of the film in every way. So, when I watched The Conjuring at my home I observed my recent reactions which showed anxiousness and excitement. Probably why everyone watches such movies for. It’s all for the aderelaine.

Sometimes horror movies can make you want to pick up an ouja board and invite ghosts to your house and sometimes it can make you cover yourself with 10 blankets at night but my favourite one are the movies which make you laugh at the way horror scenes are directed. For example:

A long time back I was watching a scary show on the TV with my father. He is the only in our family of three who is courageous enough to watch it alone by himself so, that time I decided to accompany him. I had huge hopes and dreams of the way that would be directed and I waited and waited halfway through and all I got was smoke and night scenes. Nothing else. To be honest I for the first time slept peacefully for once after watching any such thing but it seemed more like a comedy show though.   

What my observation till now is that every horror movie has a ghost which seeks revenge. Well it’s obvious that’s why they are earthbound. The spirits never talk directly and sought out the matter. No, never it’s against their pride. All they do is break things and scare people to make them feel that they are here. Why can’t just they leave a note? All the spookiest things happen to be only at night. That’s why the actors get dark circles. That’s a fixed time as per the law of the ghosts. Maybe they are twelve hours before us, right? No wonder they are nocturnal. The actor will always look and go in the direction the weird thing happened and if I’d be there at that moment I’d be like nope,nope,nope! Why don’t they just run away? That’d be pretty much easier than getting killed or arrested by a ghost. The actor is meant to go in the wrong direction. ALWAYS!! Why are they so brave? I can’t even sleep by myself! The ghost bewitches the main lead or any other person. They move into a manor house with a family of three and I am here walking out of the house for some privacy. Even though they know that something’s not right the members decide to continue sleeping in separate rooms and are completely fine by being alone in the house. Someone comes and senses the attention seeking ghost. Finally someone noticed them! And this person is none other than a ghost buster. Bad luck for you spirits. The ghost buster performs exorcism and other sorts of nonsense things and voila! The ghost is gone!

Thank you for reading! Comment your spooky incidents below!

MAGIC!

Magic

Hey, you. If you are reading this then read it slowly and steadily. Really slowly. Let this absorb into you and let it reach your soul. Don’t say a word, just read this in your mind.

NOW SCREAM! NOT ACTUALLY, BUT INSIDE YOUR HEAD. This scream has gone away? Hasn’t it? As I turned off the caps lock. NOW SCREAM AGAIN!

Now whisper...... that what you are reading should be a secret. Even though you are reading it in your mind, without speaking a word but you have to whisper.

Is.your.voice.also.breaking.inside.your.head.and.you.are.speaking.with.jerks.like.as.soon.as.we.push.the.accelerator.at.the.same.moment.we.press.the.brake.isn’t.it.really.irretating.to.read.like.this.even.though.it’s.just.a.normal.sentence.about.your.inner.voice.?.

Now read it really fast! Isn’t it great? What you actually wasted your time upon? Like really and I know that you are reading this really fast now. That’s only because I told you to do so. How can you agree with a total stranger like me? Have you lost your mind? And now I think that this is making no sense at all!!!!!!!!!!

Now show me that old and sick voice. Read this in your head in an old and sick voice.”Hey son bring me some medicines when you come back.”  

Now, let’s get back to normal. Isn’t it like magic how this strange voice inside your head reads everything the way it’s written? It’s like you are reading something in your mind but your mind is reading it out loud with its own voice. *coughs* see? When I just wrote that I just coughed didn’t you heard someone coughing inside that stupid brain of yours? Can you hear this voice? Which is reading every single word right now as if it’s giving a lecture or something? Yes? No? Go on. Think. Didn’t figured it out? Well okay I too didn’t got a solution either but all I ended up other than cursing this voice of mine is that it’s a voice, a chatterbox which never shuts. Perfect companion for a woman but many women don’t prefer its company. It automatically starts even though you just said it to shut up. Ok, try this. Tell that voice to shut up. Not like that. SCREAM AND TELL IT TO SHUTUP!!Did it stop speaking? No, infect it was repeating your words. Isn’t that a copycat! It’s so shameless that it isn’t even stopping now! And finally you give up. So, basically this chatterbox is the voice of your brain. Wait? Voice of my brain? Is my brain becoming a zombie? No, your brain isn’t becoming a zombie . Its simply expressing itself using a voice which can be only partially heard b you. You’re like its best friend! All it ever does is stick to you and talk to you and tells you everything. For the ones who are happy about it yay! And for the ones who are not. All we can do is think less because this sticky friend is suppose to stick with you for your whole life. Anyways, have you ever thought of its advantages? Ok, let me tell you

1. It works for you. ONLY YOU. Take it as a slave or a friend. It’s loyal, friendly and helping. No matter how much you deny it you’ll have to accept the fact that this is the voice which plays those song lyrics inside your head when you’re not listening to any song.

2. it’s loyal. Never going to do backbitching. Never going to share your secret’s to anyone. So you can always share yours with it.

3. Like every human being is different, same condition is with it. Sometimes it stays quiet and observes, sometimes it over thinks, sometimes it doesn’t lets you sleep and sometimes it just won’t stop!

4. it’s so like you! If you are confused between watching spider man or batman it will agree on watching the movie you’d want to see. No complains. Wether it be a movie or a dish or almost anything. You are the boss here.

5. Even if you look miserable like a beggar from the streets, it’s going to love you. No matter what you do it’s always by your side. Always. It can’t stop admiring how beautiful you are!

Well, I don’t know about yours but mine is totally a freak! It wants everything it sees and is totally into fashion. And guess what it made me write all this! Well honestly I love it but I hate it when it doesn’t lets me sleep! Any doctor for it? 

a fashion mistake

Call it being stupid or bold it’s the same thing. In my life being bold is equivalent to being an idiot who can never get enough of being idiotic. While I was a small kid and mind that I was a very innocent one , I wasn’t much concerned about how badly I was dressed up which was all because of my mother and neither of the outrageous type of a being I seemed wearing the combinations she set up for me but as I gradually grew up I began understanding the way I should carry myself as well as the way I should dress up . so, for once and all I decided to back out from the agreement which I don’t even remember when I signed with my mother to dress me up just because she was a mom. I was finally over with it so, I began shopping things I found unique and beautiful but the cost wasn’t a problem, the stalkers were. Whenever I decidsed to wear all my beauties out people would stare at me and comment on my clothes and no wonder I could smell jealousy but I started hating the unwanted attention on such occasions. So, I got merged with my style somewhere in the crowd and wore simple clothes which wasn’t my style at all. I began wondering if I should buy a pretty dress. That’s when it hit me. Straight in the face for once and for all. I was totally bewildered. The realisation took place so late that I was running out of things to be worn. But then i blame some huge part of the underconfidence to my sister. She’s not a shopaholic and neither a utterly fancy girl but she made me caouncious of what I wore. Before her pointing out to me about my clothes and how short they were or how improper I looked I used to be so happy. So wonderful and confident. Like I didn’t cared about any comments. Like I just cared for what I found pretty. I used to be so me. I never took my mum seriously, whenever she used to say that all the time you have is now to wear everything in your childhood . I wish I would have never disagreed to that statement because no matter how much I deny it, it’s true. I am not the same girl anymore who wears what she wants. Before even picking out a dress for any place I have to think about the people and their reactions and on a scale of ten to hundred how odd am I going to look. If you want to live my experience then imagine yourself coming to a party dressed in all black with a dress code of white. All eyes will be on you, won’t they? An as I am writing this I feel more and more sad. I need help. Everytime I see those models and girls in movies I feel like crying because I am stuck in the middle of nowhere because I know that I can’t get out of this problem but at the same time I don’t want it at all. Help me.all I just do now is to wait for parties to come for an occasion to dress.isn’t it frustrating?

blast from the past!

hello everyone! today i am going to give you a blast from the past. mostly, we all remember our days of the past which we have still caged inside our memory and laught about them till years to come. so, today i will post a poem which i had written many years ago. hope you too get the message. comment about things which you like about you childhood and also your sweetest memories ^_^.

Things change limit to sky

 There is an end to everything

Things change within a blink,

Someday smiling, someday sad

Someone is cute but someone mad.

There is a limit to sky,

Who made it and why?

Why is not ‘four’ two plus three,

Maths is a bit hard for me.

Things may change but not me.

go kill yourself sunday!

10 reasons to kill yourself on Sundays

1.       Dead boring!!

So, you just got up extremely late and with a tired face full of marks caused by you body pressing to hard on the uneven surface of your bed or pillow and after completing all the essential grooming tasks like brushing your grossed out teeth to combing out the dread locks I mean tanglead hair and bathing your smelly body. Ah! But after that when you wald down the stairs looking like 99.9% germ free person in the world you realise that there is nothing more to do on a typical Sunday and you are there like -_- (blank). Honestly this happens with me everytime I wake up to another boring Sunday.

2.           Expectation v/s reality

Everytime I make plans to groom myself using those really attracting tips found on finterest by scrolling through the pins all the time and then I make a perfect imaginary plan of working things out on time . like waking up at 9 , getting ready till 10,studying for hours till I drop dead and on Monday I be like “     3x +272830193-8392746573647697927493783686  - (k9786376272668468648468264864846846)X 877tr4443566778900         omg! That’s damn easy!!!!!” then painting and completing my old paintings and undone stuff  and blah blah blah...... but what actually happens is......

11:30 –just woke up

1:00-still feeling sleepy, haven’t brushed yet

2:00p.m.- mum yelling, going to bathe but first let me text my friends #textingaddiction

3:00 p.m. –just sat on the dining table and the food makes me want to puke. Can you hand me a bucket please?

4:00 p.m. –text, text,text, tv,tv, tv, phone,phone,phone,laptop,laptop,laptop, selfie ,selfie,selfie

5:00p.m. – ah! Nothing to do... half of the time wasted already maybe I’ll work up my schedule for the next Sunday!

6-7:00p.m. –ugggh!!!! I am bored. Let me click some selfies

8:00p.m. – talking to friends

            Omg! Yo saw that girl! She’s so fat! Omg her hair looked so weird today(giggles). Yeah....

9:00p.m. – dinner’s ready!

10-1:00a.m.- now let’s sleep. (yawns, mouth big enough to swallow the whole town)

Yes, so this is what actually happens to me evrytime I wake up to another Sunday!!!! Maybe I should just quit making schedules.

3.       Here comes Sunday’s bff!

Is it me or does everyone else also seem to think more about Monday on a Sunday? Sometimes all I do on a Sunday is think about Monday. Like what I am going to wear or what am I suppose to do etc. Feels like we should rename this day to let-us-think-about-Monday-day  or  prequel to Monday day. It’s sometimes like a short trailer before the blockbuster but mostly it’s an unexpected piece of boring cinema. Evrytime I try to get over the point 1. In my list I automatically do this point. How do I keep myself busy to stop being busy thinking about Monday!  And yet again after every type of trial I end up on point no. 2 . if you too do the same then comment about the things you do on a very specially planned Monday! And whatever part of it actually happened.

4.       Nighty night honey!

All day I am busy on the damn t.v. and after hours of scanning through the programme guide in the menu I finally found some shows kind of worth watching. Atleast better than those shows in which they are like ------

Max: earlier I used to love you sara but now I love Emily

Emily: what? You told me you loved sara!

Max: oh no! What do I do now!

Sara: pick any one of us.

Max: no,I can’t! I love you both!

Emily: yes, so you can have us both!

*and they lived happily ever after . had 30 kids and 45 grandchildren and lived for 104 years but unfortunately they died out of a severe attack of jaundice and malaria and typhoid all at the same time but got reborn after eating a special vitamin. The end*

Well, that was some really realistic piece of work!!! Hats off to such vivid imagination! But you know I’d rather just watch the really nice music awards which will telecast at 9:00p.m. but I just had a heart attack! The show goes on till 1 in the night! Omg! What do I do! I can’t see that show then . guess I’d have to miss miley cyrus’s another wild performance. L let’s see what else have we got on the t.v. .

Guess what happened next?

Yeah all the good shows end somewhere around midnight which is not possible for me to stay awake till that time and get each and every glimpse of the controversies as much as I can. Just have to finish my popcorn faster then.

The basic problem with a Sunday is that the next day is a Monday. Monday is a working day and Sunday is a relaxing one so , according to my study I must request god to add another day for the hangover of Sunday. If that would happen then I’d be able to watch all my shows. Thank you.

5.       Namaste aunti ji

You all must be wondering what actually the above line means? It is a kind of greeting to any elderly lady in the house. Except your mom. The basic problem of Sunday is not only my soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy schedule but also relatives. Some offering to visit my home and some inviting me to theirs. See, today let me clear this out that  even though aunt and uncle you offer me like a 100 pounds I won’t step into that house of yours. I know it’s rude but I just don’t feel like killing myself to death in suh a brutal way and hope you don’t want to get yourself killed either. If you want to visit my mom please do come and meet her, hug her or even let me pack her so you can even take her with you but don’t tell my mum to drag me along just to sit their on your couch while you all chitter-chatter. I have no interest in knowing the latest grocery wages. Seriously. Sundays aren’t that bad but let’s not visit our dearly family members on that day .

6.       Test tomorrow.....

I’ve noticed this that whenever I finally decide to have a full fun day I always end up having tests the very next day. I guess that’s enough to explain all my sadness. Oh tests I curse you!

7.       Let us go shopping for ..........

Someone shoot me with a gun if my mother wants me to go shopping for her neice’s mother’s grandfather’s father’s uncle’s aunt’s daughter with only her waist size. One thing is that it’s for that unknown girl who I don’t even know is am alien or kangaroo or 1% human. She has a waist size 5 times larger than me and you want me to try on clothe’s that’d fit her! Are you going to buy 5 dresses to match her size ?

And please for god’s sake don’y dare ask me what she likes because I have not mastered the art of knowing people’s choices without them even knowing. Now that I have come here with you mom I just want to ask when am I getting a dress? You see till now we have bought one for everyone

Mom: shutup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: oh... ok. Maybe I’ll just master the art of knowing people without knowing them but you just calm down.

I wish I hadn’t gone to any family function ever so that I would have never met this unknown girl and never been invited to her birthday so never have got here to buy her a dress.

8.       Too lazy to shower, too lazy to get up.......................................

Probably too lazy and lethargic on Sundays to even write what I actually mean about it because all I want to do right now is lay on a feather like bed.

9.       I am crazy , I am crazy, must be stupid if you think that I can be normal again...

I just couldn’t think of anything else because as I recalled all my past Sundays one thing was sure that I act strange, annoying and arrogant everyday but on Sunday I am mad. Just mad.

Stranger: hi!

Me: hoooolllllllleleeee holeleeelelelel

*walks away*

Yep, I am crazy and I know it!

10. Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, we are somehow to the end of these ten reasons and I think that I just ran out of ideas and so, I just want you to pick up the nearest object and bang yourself with it and then slap yourself  because another reason to kill yourself is to stop reading my blog. As on Sundays I mostly don’t write. I know you all love me ! but sorry Sundays are fun days and so, once a week you can survive without me. Can’t you? Well....................... I’m so done that I want to bang my face on the laptop screen and after me finishing, so will you.

Bbye!!!