#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

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?

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. 

forgive me

oh mother! oh my!

oh lord! i shall never ask you why!

i am off for battles and wars and tease

but i pray my lord that behind me you keep them in peace

peace for those who i love.

peace for the dear ones to me

peace for below and above.

peace to be free.

may i leave today but come again

hope i don’t lose as i have nothing much gained.

keep my will going, and let the rain fall

keep the sky full of stars for the little ones to count to sleep.

i wish they count for endless sheep’s , as stars will be counted till i come

because i will be far, far away protecting some.

this uniform i wore was a commitment to be made

that i shall return home but first play by my fate.

don’t know where someone will put me in my grave

but i will be happy that i died to make you safe.

don’t worry family, if the sad news arrives

because later or sooner we all shall reunite.

oh family! forgive me if you can! i wasn’t there for you!

i wasn’t there in the darkest times

neither was i there when it was fine.

and maybe i shall never be there.

as i am off for duty here,

but believe me! i think of all!

and i shall return by fall

but i ain’t doing any promises

as i have the sleeps of millions at my feet.

i am sorry if i don’t return but i wish to stay in your memory.

chips please?????????

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone! It’s me!!! So, today I will be writing about the types of people I have come across till now. Wether it is at a general store, grocery shopping, playing football or even at your own house. There are people who you can’t just avoid

The philosophers

Now, there comes a time in everyone’s life when they can be officially called cracked. Basically cracked people may cut your hair, try to kill you, chase you with nutrella in their hand (not such a bad death then!) or whatever plan they may have but if referring to “the philosophers” then out of all these ways you might just want to bang your head to the wall or kill yourself grabbing the nearest object found. Philosophies are great but not so great when delivered in the speech of erm…. you know!

Like I said that such people can be found anywhere and anywhere means that even a place which is most likely to be of you own but no, these philosophers don’t understand that. So, to prove it let me just pen down an incident of mine with a categorised person.

It was a fine evening, me waiting in my mom’s chamber eating from a bag of chips which I rarely got to lay my hands on. I was on top of the world savouring each and every bite I could get. Ah! What a day that was but like every good thing there needs to be a horrible one too I think I just received my other share of fate too. my mother’s a doctor and most of the times when I was a tad younger I used to visit her hospital and sit there inside her chamber most probably sitting on her chair and eating something. No one had ever uttered a word against it because HEY! IT’S MY MOTHER’S CHAMBER! MY MOTHER DA BOSS!!! YOU NO GOT ANY RIGHT OVER HERE!  And yes, I was right. It was my mother’s property and I was free to use it unless of course she told me not to. Well, where were we? Yeah, me sitting firmly on the chair.  Eating from a bag of chips and when suddenly my mother came in with some patient of hers. Nothing was weird as no one was talking. Me sitting in the corner probably hard to notice but I guess I was audible with that licking and picking sound I was making and the sound of the plastic wrapper squashed and shaked. Suddenly my mother went out of the chamber for some reason leaving that tall man with a turban inside with me. He saw me, then that packet of chips and I was like don’t you dare to even look at my property! It’s mine. My chips! But he kept on looking and I being too stubborn kept on eating. Everything was alright when he suddenly spoke out of nowhere “hasn’t you mom taught you to offer someone first before you eat?” (Silence) (Silence)(Silence) all I could manage to do was squeaking a little smile as he faced his back towards me and then inside of my head I was like WHAT THE HELL! MY CHIPS, MY BAG, MY MOTHER’S ROOM AND I AM EATING , MINDING MY OWN BUSINESSS BUT YOU OUT OF NOWHERE COME AND TEACH ME MANNERS? DO I LOOK ILLMANNERED? UH! I GUESS NOT! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU TALKING TO MAN! I MEAN WATCH OUT!

While on the outside I was like -_-

As I grew up to be more wonderfulJ :p I realised that even though I thought about it as a good think that someone was teaching me manners be it any outsider who was kind enough to do that. Ah!!! Enough of lies. I actually never felt so when I recalled that incident but yeah, it was weird. I had no comeback at him and even if I had he would have found another reason to call me uncivilised like “don’t your parents teach you not to answer back?” or “don’t your parents teach you atticates?” or anything else but then I think of a re-do of that incident. Maybe what would have happened if I had offered him a chip? Maybe I would have received a thank you or maybe a few words in the honour of the most mannerful girl in the world! Or maybe a bit less appreciation. What if I had just left the room? Maybe my entire problem would have been solved. Only if I would have not been so lazy. But you can’t change destiny. So, most probably it was for the best and to save me from people like that!vvvv