because kill me is a short phrase

Finally my exams are over! And I am feeling as if hell broke. yet my life! it's been almost like a month or two since this sudden gorilla type development took place inside me. everywhere I go, everything I do all I hear is "beta padh lo" or in English as they say "son, study" I can't even explain it to you people how far my parents have gone. I mean they aren't even concerned about anything but studies. Insert typical Asian parents here. all year it's been like demi lovato's I don't care and in exams it's like greenday's 21 guns. I literally am more shocked of my syllabus than my notebook. I mean what on earth could a 200 paged notebook teach me? (note the work in it is done by bloody sweat and ink) that's why we must also study 2 books with 302862356337 pages and not only that but you also get to learn 2973653930136 references with it and then my teacher asks me why I couldn't score well throughout the year. so, after exams I just asked my teacher from where the hell did "what did I do " come from the chapter (note that the chapter has no regard to the real, practical world) and I was made open my textbook in which out of 30286235633 pages she points out to the 22nd line of the 3rd paragraph of the 2886539775 page and then I’m suppose to be lectured about not studying well. 

I just don't understand the concept why in a maths exam a teacher refuses to even tell the meaning of a freaking typical English word which has no reference with the question. it's like my hands go invisible in the examination room and then my invigilator asks why I didn't ask her this question. because probably girl I raised my hand up like a 1098 times and you ignored me 1099 times. note the one time she was looking outside the window. 

if I wrote an essay about why casuals should be allowed in school rather than my second option why they should not be that's why I get 1 mark  less because the essay I wrote which almost covered my extra sheet simply wasn't enough to justify my thoughts and I chose the wrong one in a completely choice oriented question. thank you teacher for telling me via a mark less that I should take my mind off wearing or supporting casuals in a school. 

and then come the parents 

now, in such cases parents totally think their child is a jerk and all the teacher says is absolutely true. have you ever seen any parent disagree to all the crap that the teachers say?

No matter what all the teachers say there is always that one teacher, that ONE TEACHER who hates you and would kill even the soul out of you. They are like: student walking, YOU! YOU COME TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

Me, says good morning she: HOW DO I TOLERATE YOUR NONSENSE AND ALL TYPE OF IDIOTISM!

Me, breathes       she: YOU ARE A COMPLETELY WORTHLESS PERSON.

These teachers have a problem with even the good things you do. All they want is to drag you to the office and unfortunately such teachers are mostly the head of their departments or at a very high post. I mean give yourself a break man!

And then there are teachers who help us beggars in the exam ... so I had his one extremely innocent and lovely sweetness overloaded teacher who came and answered a full question for me during the exam. I can’t tell you what faith in humanity arises in me when I see such teachers. She even complimented me on my face book photos. Oh, stop it you! (insert idiotically blushing face)

Well if we are over this conversation about types of teachers I must tell you about my one teacher who teaches me Sanskrit and is none other than a saint wearing a shirt and trouser with his two in one flip over jacket: p he is like teaching something and completely out of nowhere he starts giving irrelevant information about his religion. I mean how can somebody? In the middle of the class?

It’s not the only reason that I hate him but I just do because I am bad at Sanskrit: P lol. I can’t even say a proper sentence in Sanskrit and I don’t have any idea how I passed that subject for four years and I am still as if it’s my second day of the class. Not the first because I would have felt good about it. On the second day you come to know the truth behind your subject and how fucked you are in this semester.

To be honest parent teacher meetings are everyone’s worst nightmare. They just pop out of a sudden like popcorn and are swallowed instantly. in which we are the popcorn.

Well anyway! I hope you manage to pass this semester without getting swallowed by the teachers.

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you can thank me later

hello people! i'm sorry i haven't posted in a long while now and basically i guess half of my readers aren't even there to count it but anyways! so, i just opened my blog and i saw that my last post was on 3rd januaray . honestly, i have so much of time nowdays because of the preparatory leaves the school gives us before exams and now that i have only languages left, i am almost free now. so, by the time i work on it, why don't you guys read something other than self-inspritational posts . so, i just looked across my blog and i saw that there is nothing related to the biggest love of my life! no, i don't have a boyfriend neither a chihuawa . i am talking about beauty fellas! believe me or not, i just don't get the reason why girls choose to become tomboys which is literally really close to changing their gender :p anyways i mean there is so much for a girl to do. infact i guess we need nothing else than fashion and beauty ! there is so much that has yet to be invented for us like an instant no scrubbing makeup remover , a colour changing lipstick,eyeshadow stickers and so much more i think i'm gonna stop because if i keep on counting i might as well just get depression. so, today as i wanted to share something new and fresh i decided to talk about every pinner's dream.this thing is literally ehat every pinner on pinterest comes across like a billion times and yet decides to read the full post. i mean who on earth misses sugar scrubs! yes, if you are familier with the term pinterest than it might just be another thing to pin and if you are staring completely retarded on the screen wondering the hell why millions of girls are screaming for the past ten seconds then you are actually retarded becuase who the hell doesn't know about the legendary sugar scrub! it might seem that i am screaming at you rather than expressing my hyper emotions using "!" this but don't worry because i am actually screaming. so, this post is not to just inform you that such heavenly goods do exist and that such living in the cave people too do i am going to give the recipe to you so that you too can enjoy this out of the world scrub.

firstly, i need to tell you the basic ingredients because it's necessary or otherise you'll have to rush to the store right now.

1. a lemon (obviously cause it's a lemon scrub)
2. some sugar (fine will be better if you love your skin )
3. honey (shutup and add it because it's good)
4. lemon zest(recycle!)

note that i am actually scrolling through pinterest right now and also that since you are sensibe enough and not a two year old kid i think i need not give you the exact measures so, grow up and stop crying about it from behind your screen. add everything according to your perception but since i guess you are dumb that's why i'll be sharing how i made it.

step 1: take a bowl and add two tablespoons of fine sugar, i am here taking white sugar but brown sugar is also in.
step 2: add lemon juice into it , i added the juice of a whole lemon
step 3:add one or two tbs of honey becuase i have noticed that honey makes your skin soft you can also add some oil but since it's a face scrub i am avoiding it.
step 4: mix it! at this point, it won't exactly look like so yellowish because it's basically colourless things just right now but here's the secret tip to add colour. have you seen facewashes in which soft-bursting beads are there? well, i have one and it's also lemon flavour. no, don't hurry up and spoil the scrub with adding facewash. just please dont! same way, you can add some lemon zest to the scrub and they will also feel like beads as well as give a yellowish colour to the scrub! my scrub looks so amazing after adding it!

that's it! you can use the scrub everyday without the tension of fermentation because lemon is itself a prservative and i bet you won't make it last days after you try it ;) all you have to do is, take a little bit and gently massage it on your face or body parts and then wash it. comment when you are done! let me know the results!

internet, are you taking my mind away?

They say “before you marry a man make sure how he reacts to a computer with a slow internet connection”

Obviously whoever said that must have been a wise man.i have seen people go grilled fish with nuts over that topic. Everything in our lives is moving with hi speed as if it’s a race and the winner gets a chocolate fountain , in that case I’d run too but right now it’s about technology. Long are the days gone when we used to have competitions for remembering our friend’s numbers . now days we are aware of every detail , birthdays and hobbies but not the numbers.

Our brain is a tiny place. We have the capacity to use it freely and not fight for it because we are responsible for its utility and maintenance. Yes, that means you cannot blame anyone for the stupidity of your brain. By calling brains a tiny space I am not only referring to you in a sarcastic manner about our generation and their hobbies but I am also strictly defining the part of which we use of it. I just read on a social media website about movies to stop telling people that only 10% of their brains can be used because 100% usage is proven already. I am sorry if the fact is unjust but the hint from the sentence isn’t. It’s the bitter truth of our society. We appear so laid back and sophisticated but that’s the 5% of brain which get’s used up . the remaining 5% can be found on suggestions made by Google for searches .

If you haven’t been bewildered yet or you have just got up after zoning out then I suggest you to stop right here.

As a frequent user of the internet then here are some facts related to us, the teens and for those curious moms and dads

1 we all stay up late. There hasn’t ever in a million years been a teen who has slept early. Even if there’s a very important day next day or it has been a tiring day don’t expect us to just go to bed and sleep and reflect upon life. Yes, which might be just the thing which we’ll be doing in a few years but right now we all are busy scrolling through instagram and facebook feeds and creating humiliating memes.

2. on the internet if you see your daughter dressed as a rag, don’t be sad. She has probably earned enough for herself with her pics and will be funding for her college soon.

3. on the internet there are two types of people. The ones who like to show if off. They like to spill out their identities like it’s a talent hunt show going on and then there are these type of people who pretend to be something totally different. I just saw a girl pretending to be a fat guy from china. What more do I expect?

I think that’s enough for parents, isn’t it?

We all have lost our patience and gratitude for small things only because of the internet. I am busy drooling on my screen for dresses which I know I can’t afford rather than wear those which I have with me right now.

I feel so poor when I open up my browser and still I open such sites everyday reminding myself how unfashionable things I have and how short hair I have with my pinterest feed. I hope that feeling is mutual.

Hope you all liked this post! You can also subscribe for more! Anyway while I am busy whining about the things I need why don’t you give your fiancé the slow internet challenge ! comment your results!

are you smart for the smartphone?

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

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

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

Juliet: hey babe!

Romeo: hii my love! How are you?

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

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

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

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

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

 

Romeo: oh wow!

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

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

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

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

come back in summer and in snow....

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

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

A painting on the wall

With a deciduous tree,

Showing beauty of the fall

Says enough to me.

Depicting every part of it

Without a mic to speak,

All full of orange, 

With a hint of green., but

Seems like spring to me.

What is it? Just a plain Sheet.

Made up of paper and trees.

Printed with some colors

Attracting each.,

Wanting me to stay ,

Look at the beauty

Of every detail,

 I am unable to see

Just a tree with nothing To feel.

.                                                                     As the light closes

                                                                      I will have  to go ,

                                                               

but I will come Back in summer,

and in snow,

seeing the branches

And the leaves,

 will they grow?

being beautiful

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

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

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

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

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

hit me with a ray of summer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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