hit me with a ray of summer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#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.

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? 

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?

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