#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!!!

excuse me miss

So, recently was the day of the devil! Never herd of any such day? Yeah me neither but let me just say again that on Friday it was teacher’s day! See I said that right now . didn’t i?

Till all my pre school years every teacher seemed like a kidnapper. I used to hate to go to school. And my parents never understood this . well neither did the teachers but I remember being dragged to school in a car almost one or two Hour late and fight to get rid of my mother’s hold and I wished that the car stopped or something but that never happened and eventually I was forced top attend school.the teachers there seated me like it was some kind of a trap or so and asked me questions which seemed like they were going to kill me and were asking my last wishes. I was just 3 and I am lucky enough that I have some same friends till now. Honestly many of them left but one is still there .  I clearly remember the blue benches which reminds me of the blues I had in the school. 3 people sitting together and I was squeezed to death in the middle. On my left used to sit a boy who used to think looked like lord ganesha . let us not judge a book by it’s cover but I think hat boy had some serious pee-time-issues. I was infact given the charge to ask him every fifteen to twenty minutes if he feels like using the washroom like he can’t . clearly I hated pre school.

My primary years were quite nice . infact better than the last ones . when I was in first grade I was sent to the best school in town. The school had facilities and whatsoever we may call. Teachers were nice and for the first time I actually felt good about it.it was a new vibe of freshness and everything an what can I say? I mean what more do I want? Throughout my primary years teachers were awesome and incredible! They were a little tight on the discipline but I was like a really nice and obedient girl so that didn’t mattered . but now. After I stepped into the secondary school. Things have changed. My teachers are like monsters. They torture on such short things one might not even remember! They’d dig out something from the past and keep it in front of you nagging you everyday.

The style of scolding has also changed a lot! Earlier teachers used to go directly TO THE POINT  but now they just go round and round and round they’ll scream for everything but not for what you did just now. I am so freaked out right now with my teachers that I will surely kill them if I can take a knife or something to the school. The thing is that we are kids and infact teenagers as they say so my advice to the teacher s that if you are teaching us why don’t you just implement it on yourself first? Maybe a law should be passed upon this that no interfaring of the teacher.

Recently the prime minister of india Mr. Narendra Modi . the way he posed himself as an efficient leader made me want to question why isn’t he a teacher? He was genuine and friendly like it should be . perfect as I may say. His step to guide the children on the country which look up to him as an idol is what has deeply touched me. I believe that whatever he said in a span of two or three hours will affect children for a lifetime. He expressed simple things and his opinions about we, the future citizens of the country. No matter what kind of a devil we are handed to but actually the devil is an angel or maybe we are just the devil? I accept that children are meant to be free but on the other hand I am thankful to every teacher who has ever taught me or helped me or scolded me but I am deeply in their debt and I believe everyone is. We must pay the debt and set ourselves free and surely teacher’s day is one of the best opportunities that lies. After all it’s my teacher only who has made me capable to be so deep and relevant and praise her!

and i asked what the hell is love???

Someone once told me that love is the greatest existing force on earth and that it could change things .although it can but one can’t expect its result to be in the good or the bad. People say that love is too young and vulnerable at first and has to be taken care of like a baby but gradually it becomes a mature adult which is allowed to roam free without any concern. Love is also like a bud which blossoms and wins a million hearts but at the same time its beauty is only till the day it’s watered. I have never experienced love but only a few of us actually will. In today’s generation keeping your heart open to people can only leave us damaged, said a broken hearted. What wrong did she said? Maybe nothing because the one who’d try that is more likely to be called a fool but that’s where we all fail in this love game because true lover of one will accept the broken hearted as they are. They will love all the flaws and repair the damages and take care you and be a nurse to the broken heart so that one day it finally smiles and realises who he actually loves.

The one who sought beauty never had it in the face, said the studious girl next door. She sobbed and said that the one who looks for beauty never actually gets it. Beauty is just a complementary gift of sight, the ones who have it, find it even in the ugliest things of all. Looks can be to die for but a good heart is to kill for. Why do girls dress up to get a boy? Because they know that one will never love them unless they look like an angel who just got down from heaven but the sad truth is that such girls make a fool of them and let their heart be broken by someone who is mending with their emotions without any care at all.

Love is eternity, said the old man standing near his wife’s grave. Love isn’t always physical, sometimes it’s just the way someone can make you smile without them being with you... just the way of you thinking about somebody which sends butterflys down your stomach. Ah! That one thought and everything is bliss. Love isn’t about holding hands, it’s just about holding up a smile. Love is infinite even though you still can’t be there for hugs or kisses. It’s just about how much you miss them that every second feels like a day passing by.

Love is a game, said the sportsman. You need to win a heart before you take the trophy. You need patience, practise and skill. You need to be good at it. You need to compromise what you carve for your goal, your love. That day you shall win.

Love isn’t just about that big day, said the newly wedded wife. Love isn’t always about dreaming with who you want to spend your life with. It’s not at all about naming your kids beforehand or exchanging vows. It’s just about how special is your each day and how honestly you stand up to the vows you made. That’s true love.

It’s a contrast outfit, said the fashion designer. Love isn’t about able to complete each other’s sentences and doing the same things. True love is different yet the same. You don’t need to be a matching accessory for your outfit, sometimes quirky is fun. Never be the same. Just be the way you are. If you need to change your clothes to match with your lover then I am sorry but it’s not true love.

Then what is love? Asked the little girl. If you look across the globe or people near you, you’d find love. Be it living or dead it’s everywhere. Love isn’t always correct and it’s mistaken too but it’s fun, quirky and delightful. Much to make your day. Not to be together but be together forever. To be the opposite but still attract. Love is just about finding it and let it grow each day. Love is about happiness and joy. Love is you

painting,painting on the wall

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, but

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 leave to go

but I will come Back in summer,

in snow,

seeing the branches

And the leaves will they grow?

Finally today I can rest in peace! I did it! I just accomplished something which I thought would have been impossible for me but after doing it I just feel so good that I can’t tell. In everyone’s life there is a thing which they long for, something which others may have or maybe not. Something not just money can buy. I can hear like a thousand voices yelling the answer to all my problems. No, to the guy who just said smelling socks, except you. I mean maths!!!! And by the way what do you mean by smelling socks? I don’t get it why would someone want to achieve smelling socks? Take mine if you need. Well, however maths is typical problem of almost the entire human species. I find maths absolutely unsatisfying and unnecessary. I mean why would someone want to know the factors of the equation 8gdwgd7w2873jdkqbdyqfd7e923636370w-ohfdckcb? It’s not like someday when you are laying on your deathbed maths is going to help you. Or is it? Let me just remind you of an incident which made me look so smart but so dumb at the same time. I used to be in third grade when a very very itchy maths teacher of mine, and by itchy I mean the one who used to scratch herself all the time while teaching children. She was teaching us about graphs and pictorial representation which seemed like the easiest thing on the whole world (doesn’t seem now) but anyway yes it did and to make us understand better she gave an example of a survey which she held in the class herself. Each student had to name their favourite subject out of any and then based on the numbers that she’d get after the poll she will make a graph out of it. We do stupid things. So, excuse me but being a human being I did something stupid too , I told the itchy teacher of how fond of maths I was  (oh please! Like I really do!) . Although no one even remembers that something so weird also had taken place sometime in the extreme past but every time I recall this happening and I feel stupid. Like I should just go and get drown myself in a glass full of water. I am even confused of how the hell in this world can I utter maths to be my favourite subject? When I’ll figure it out I’ll tell you meanwhile where’s the guy who wanted some smelling socks?

So, there are these two boys in my class who I don’t know why are the quickest to solve maths problems while I am still not coming out of the shock of how long can a world problem actually get. Every time one sees a maths test paper the shock in their eyes gets bigger and even regretful. Even Chinese eyes get widened, what more do you expect? These two boys in my class make me want to groan and kill the maths teacher. The worst part about people who understand maths is that they feel supreme and don’t let others concentrate. The same happens with a bunch of people who frequently visit my tuitions. Such mathematicians don’t deserve our friendship. Such extreme betrayal using maths. To be honest such people need to stop coming to such educational institutions because they just are too smart that it’s a shame for them to sit in such dumb places.

No, matter how much I try to solve math problems I somehow end up looking like the grumpy cat. Meanwhile I work up so hard to be good at it but every time I just simply fail. No, not at maths! At just being able to score better at maths. The least I can do is satisfy myself with my best friend’s marks. You very well know what I mean. But recently I’ve got good marks which make me want to jump with joy. If I want to explain the feeling I’d just simply say that it feels like being on top of the world. The confidence which I had lost in the past years when I used to give my examiners a horrible maths paper at least I’m over that stage of my life. Now I’m improving and I bet you that feels too good! Sometimes all you need is a sudden boost that completely shakes you up and like awakens you. Like a bad dream that’ll soon get over. All you need to do is do the right sum at the right time and with the right guidance. Then probably you won’t need to search on Google to how to be good at maths.

Some of my biggest nightmares include spiders, lizards, ghosts, unfinished cake and time duration bell in the exams. I hate to be late at anything. I feel like it’s the end of the world when your paper is forcefully snatched away from you. The realisation and worry is intolerable. I guess sometime the odds aren’t in your favour normally in maths they are always not only in yours but in everyone’s. It was when only five minutes were left from the examiner to collect the papers. I used to sit on the third or fourth bench and so, I was quite worried about my early submission. I had left almost half of the paper upon god’s will and the other half I had somehow managed to do on my own with the help of some teamwork. Thanks to my friends who helped me in such hard times. I very well remember that one question which looked quite simple at first. The demand of the question was to find out a cube of a long number. Which I think started from seven but like they say things aren’t the same as they look. It was a horrible trap which trapped me into the long and unending calculations resulting the examiner to force me into surrendering and giving away the paper. She kept yelling at me for not completing it on time and wasting her energy but while I was busy calculating she was busy distracting me. It seemed so stupid that why a person would take extra five minutes? To complete any question right? But no, she felt as if I wasn’t involved into any solution finding but I was just relaxing. I wish I could curse that teacher and let her alone die in a horrible place. Oh my gosh I just need to drink water, my blood’s boiling! Can you please do me a favour and get me a glass of water please? Yes, you. The smelly socks boy. And remember to wash your hands first!

The conclusion to this topic is that maths is a complete torture to humans. Unlike some strange people who understand maths I am proud not to be someone like them. I can’t change the brain but I can learn maths which I’ve got going for me. Like mahatma Gandhi said that English makes us feel like aliens in our own lands I’d just like to make a suggestion that maths makes us feel like aliens in our own lands. Things aren’t always as they seem so I’d like to tell you to watch out for word problems in test papers as in class they are like 1 orange =100 +13 mangoes but in exams they are mostly like “ I have 6666876 things and 26y lemons. If I squeeze one into your brain how many fingers do I get? And last but not the least I’d just like to die rather than study maths and I know that the smelly socks boy is the right one to help me out for it. 

burger or bug her!

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?

pinned on the board

pin board!

Sometimes I feel complete as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes I am just ok with the way I look be it classy or clumsy. Finally I was content with whatever I had and there was nothing I would want more but then I opened pinterest and everything changed. *dramatic music* end of the story. There goes all my satisfaction and patience. I am a huge pinterest addict it’s like I have created a 100 boards of useless things that don’t even make sense but at a time they seemed very useful and handy if in case I would ever like to get back to it and use it in some way or the other in my life which I know will never happen but still let’s pin it. I swear to god that pinterest users are never satisfied with whatever they have! I just bought a new dress and I still want to replace it with the one I pinned to my fashion board. ugggh! Desire !pinterest has become my world which has kind of provoked the inner DIYer or shopohilck inside me and my inner voice all the time yells, “oh! I’d want that !” but then I just snap back to reality and figure out that I don’t even have a single penny to even afford such luxury and it makes me depressed. L Feels so sad and incomplete like a heartbreak or even worst. At that point somewhere inside my mind I know that I could never get anything at all and it’s useless to do window shopping and return to reality which doesn’t even matches to the standards. So, I finally decided to let go lust for ridiculously appealing things and so now I skip the fashion boards. I was heading to a place called nowhere when suddenly I spotted a diy scrub recipe. I very well remember that lemon scrub which out of no reason seemed so nice as if I’d have time to scrub it off every morning and leave it on every winter morning but at that time I was bewitched by the spell it casted on me and so through all my recent search histories began so...

*scrub

*diy easy scrub

*lemon scrub

*rose scrub

*scrub recipe

And god knows what types of scrubs but now I was simply a ‘scrub addict’ and after learning probably all methods to make it the irony of it was that I never actually tried any of those recipes not even did any effort for the use of my hours of recipe search for the perfect scrub. I was so bewildered by this phenomenon that I even made a special board for it! Do you even know what importance it gives to something when you decide to make a special board for it? So, when I finally decided to make the much famous lemon scrub I was totally ready for it. I was daydreaming about flawless skin and saying, “flawless skin here I come!” since I didn’t wanted to be disturbed which means that adversely commented on by my mother of how stupid it was to make a scrub , I decided to make it when I could get a desired result and no comments about how disgusting it seemed. I scooped in like half a cup of sugar and then two lemons along with oil and the result was “ewwwwww!” although everyone was sleeping at that time when it was made but soon everyone came to know about my secret mission whose evidence I guess I would have left somewhere but if I briefly explain to you how horrible it was then be prepared....................

It was a dark and dusty afternoon when I tip toed towards the secret place where I would perform the secret activity and a place where the house owner couldn’t even reach. As I thought about it my heart raged and I automatically smiled in a spookier way. Ah! The evil was to come out now. I made sure that no one notices me and so I minimised the noise as much as I could, taking advantage of the situation I took all the ingredients and mixed them. I laughed in the evil manner which could scare away people. Dreaming of how fantastic this would look when it will finish but then I raised my one eyebrow on looking the way it seemed. It didn’t look like the one in the photos. Oh god! I was fooled! My eyes had gone red, with anger running inside my veins. All the time I just wanted to kill people who pinned such recipes. I was fooled. All my evilness was gone and there I was standing with my poker face *dramatic music and wind*

So, this scrub idea totally failed which made me wants to throw my phone away or smash my face on the wall but again I did neither of them. I felt like a troll faced person after performing such hideous act. Oh god! I just want to erase it somehow out of my brain. Moving on, I finally decided to add some quirt to my clothes and do some diy tricks and again I didn’t ever did them soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............. I went to the beauty and hair section which made me awestruck. It was heaven! My my! Although it just started as “oh! That’s pretty; I will definitely try it” to “god! Pinterest is such a lie” but gradually it went to people saying “wow! That looks pretty on you look glam!”

Whatever it may be but I just hope that pinterest never ever gets anymore scrub recipes or I’ll have to kill myself.Sometimes I feel complete as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes I am just ok with the way I look be it classy or clumsy. Finally I was content with whatever I had and there was nothing I would want more but then I opened pinterest and everything changed. *dramatic music* end of the story. There goes all my satisfaction and patience. I am a huge pinterest addict it’s like I have created a 100 boards of useless things that don’t even make sense but at a time they seemed very useful and handy if in case I would ever like to get back to it and use it in some way or the other in my life which I know will never happen but still let’s pin it. I swear to god that pinterest users are never satisfied with whatever they have! I just bought a new dress and I still want to replace it with the one I pinned to my fashion board. ugggh! Desire !pinterest has become my world which has kind of provoked the inner DIYer or shopohilck inside me and my inner voice all the time yells, “oh! I’d want that !” but then I just snap back to reality and figure out that I don’t even have a single penny to even afford such luxury and it makes me depressed. L Feels so sad and incomplete like a heartbreak or even worst. At that point somewhere inside my mind I know that I could never get anything at all and it’s useless to do window shopping and return to reality which doesn’t even matches to the standards. So, I finally decided to let go lust for ridiculously appealing things and so now I skip the fashion boards. I was heading to a place called nowhere when suddenly I spotted a diy scrub recipe. I very well remember that lemon scrub which out of no reason seemed so nice as if I’d have time to scrub it off every morning and leave it on every winter morning but at that time I was bewitched by the spell it casted on me and so through all my recent search histories began so...

*scrub

*diy easy scrub

*lemon scrub

*rose scrub

*scrub recipe

And god knows what types of scrubs but now I was simply a ‘scrub addict’ and after learning probably all methods to make it the irony of it was that I never actually tried any of those recipes not even did any effort for the use of my hours of recipe search for the perfect scrub. I was so bewildered by this phenomenon that I even made a special board for it! Do you even know what importance it gives to something when you decide to make a special board for it? So, when I finally decided to make the much famous lemon scrub I was totally ready for it. I was daydreaming about flawless skin and saying, “flawless skin here I come!” since I didn’t wanted to be disturbed which means that adversely commented on by my mother of how stupid it was to make a scrub , I decided to make it when I could get a desired result and no comments about how disgusting it seemed. I scooped in like half a cup of sugar and then two lemons along with oil and the result was “ewwwwww!” although everyone was sleeping at that time when it was made but soon everyone came to know about my secret mission whose evidence I guess I would have left somewhere but if I briefly explain to you how horrible it was then be prepared....................

It was a dark and dusty afternoon when I tip toed towards the secret place where I would perform the secret activity and a place where the house owner couldn’t even reach. As I thought about it my heart raged and I automatically smiled in a spookier way. Ah! The evil was to come out now. I made sure that no one notices me and so I minimised the noise as much as I could, taking advantage of the situation I took all the ingredients and mixed them. I laughed in the evil manner which could scare away people. Dreaming of how fantastic this would look when it will finish but then I raised my one eyebrow on looking the way it seemed. It didn’t look like the one in the photos. Oh god! I was fooled! My eyes had gone red, with anger running inside my veins. All the time I just wanted to kill people who pinned such recipes. I was fooled. All my evilness was gone and there I was standing with my poker face *dramatic music and wind*

So, this scrub idea totally failed which made me wants to throw my phone away or smash my face on the wall but again I did neither of them. I felt like a troll faced person after performing such hideous act. Oh god! I just want to erase it somehow out of my brain. Moving on, I finally decided to add some quirt to my clothes and do some diy tricks and again I didn’t ever did them soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............. I went to the beauty and hair section which made me awestruck. It was heaven! My my! Although it just started as “oh! That’s pretty; I will definitely try it” to “god! Pinterest is such a lie” but gradually it went to people saying “wow! That looks pretty on you look glam!”

Whatever it may be but I just hope that pinterest never ever gets anymore scrub recipes or I’ll have to kill myself.Sometimes I feel complete as I look at my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes I am just ok with the way I look be it classy or clumsy. Finally I was content with whatever I had and there was nothing I would want more but then I opened pinterest and everything changed. *dramatic music* end of the story. There goes all my satisfaction and patience. I am a huge pinterest addict it’s like I have created a 100 boards of useless things that don’t even make sense but at a time they seemed very useful and handy if in case I would ever like to get back to it and use it in some way or the other in my life which I know will never happen but still let’s pin it. I swear to god that pinterest users are never satisfied with whatever they have! I just bought a new dress and I still want to replace it with the one I pinned to my fashion board. ugggh! Desire !pinterest has become my world which has kind of provoked the inner DIYer or shopohilck inside me and my inner voice all the time yells, “oh! I’d want that !” but then I just snap back to reality and figure out that I don’t even have a single penny to even afford such luxury and it makes me depressed. L Feels so sad and incomplete like a heartbreak or even worst. At that point somewhere inside my mind I know that I could never get anything at all and it’s useless to do window shopping and return to reality which doesn’t even matches to the standards. So, I finally decided to let go lust for ridiculously appealing things and so now I skip the fashion boards. I was heading to a place called nowhere when suddenly I spotted a diy scrub recipe. I very well remember that lemon scrub which out of no reason seemed so nice as if I’d have time to scrub it off every morning and leave it on every winter morning but at that time I was bewitched by the spell it casted on me and so through all my recent search histories began so...

*scrub

*diy easy scrub

*lemon scrub

*rose scrub

*scrub recipe

And god knows what types of scrubs but now I was simply a ‘scrub addict’ and after learning probably all methods to make it the irony of it was that I never actually tried any of those recipes not even did any effort for the use of my hours of recipe search for the perfect scrub. I was so bewildered by this phenomenon that I even made a special board for it! Do you even know what importance it gives to something when you decide to make a special board for it? So, when I finally decided to make the much famous lemon scrub I was totally ready for it. I was daydreaming about flawless skin and saying, “flawless skin here I come!” since I didn’t wanted to be disturbed which means that adversely commented on by my mother of how stupid it was to make a scrub , I decided to make it when I could get a desired result and no comments about how disgusting it seemed. I scooped in like half a cup of sugar and then two lemons along with oil and the result was “ewwwwww!” although everyone was sleeping at that time when it was made but soon everyone came to know about my secret mission whose evidence I guess I would have left somewhere but if I briefly explain to you how horrible it was then be prepared....................

It was a dark and dusty afternoon when I tip toed towards the secret place where I would perform the secret activity and a place where the house owner couldn’t even reach. As I thought about it my heart raged and I automatically smiled in a spookier way. Ah! The evil was to come out now. I made sure that no one notices me and so I minimised the noise as much as I could, taking advantage of the situation I took all the ingredients and mixed them. I laughed in the evil manner which could scare away people. Dreaming of how fantastic this would look when it will finish but then I raised my one eyebrow on looking the way it seemed. It didn’t look like the one in the photos. Oh god! I was fooled! My eyes had gone red, with anger running inside my veins. All the time I just wanted to kill people who pinned such recipes. I was fooled. All my evilness was gone and there I was standing with my poker face *dramatic music and wind*

So, this scrub idea totally failed which made me wants to throw my phone away or smash my face on the wall but again I did neither of them. I felt like a troll faced person after performing such hideous act. Oh god! I just want to erase it somehow out of my brain. Moving on, I finally decided to add some quirt to my clothes and do some diy tricks and again I didn’t ever did them soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............. I went to the beauty and hair section which made me awestruck. It was heaven! My my! Although it just started as “oh! That’s pretty; I will definitely try it” to “god! Pinterest is such a lie” but gradually it went to people saying “wow! That looks pretty on you look glam!”

Whatever it may be but I just hope that pinterest never ever gets anymore scrub recipes or I’ll have to kill myself.v