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 

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

my tiffin nd iiii

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

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

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

ye, that old white lady

isn't it weird how we carve for change? well some of us don't but some selfish people like me obviously do.change is necessary but this made me realize that .........

we had an old white typically 1900s style car. it lasted with us nearly twelve or thirteen years and lately it was nearly in the grave. ready to die any minute . she had those scratches and bumps of what showed my mother's driving skills. those scars showed her experiences. that old woman would have traveled miles and miles. it was obvious that she was a hatchback model as in this age it must be difficult for her to stand straight. everyday i would look at her and fill myself with disgust. surely i didn't liked her. the way she had always embarrassed me. it was definite that we both didn't fancied each other. she has humiliated me in front of my friends but also the people who i don't even know! whenever we came across any speed breaker she'd make a loud noise enough to scare anyone. she was nothing but a waste for me and if one day she stopped working, i could never wish for more. when she used to drop me to my school. i used to hide my face and go away from her as far as possible . she was a total dishonor but soon my prayers were herd and on a very rainy sunday we welcomed our new steel color car. she was a fancy lady. type of a young girl . she was stylish . i obviously were to feel happy on the farewell of the old white car but actually i wasn't ! i was kind of sad. like i was going to miss her. really? was i that stupid? i was not suppose to miss someone like her! sadly i did. more than i thought . but the question still remained . for what was i missing her? i thought and thought and after hours here's what i concluded.
the car however was old but very strong and i think in a way i respected her. for being so adventurous and ambitious despite her condition(which got worst over time) she still preferred to walk around rather than sit all day. she was moody (quite like me!) which was interesting. sometimes she just wanted to relax and not go anywhere but if my mother didn't thought the same at that time. the poor old car would show tantrums . she was hot quite hot. she didn't even ran a mile but if you touch her front part you'll be burnt to death. so, isn't she suppose to be called hot? ;) mostly she took me to places and helped me through a lot. which actually makes me miss her but however i must say that her new owner wil be mutual towards my old feeling for her.