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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

P.S.. I am so over you ;)

MUAHAHAHA!!!

After about 3 months of deserting my blog, leaving it abandoned and homeless *violins playing in the background* i am back... to make a comeback and grace all my fans with my presence!

Yes my life's been a rollercoaster ride but you know what? I'll deal with it my way. I'm sure i can make my life go the way i want it cause like one of my wiseR friends once told me "Its your life, take control of it, grab the steering wheel and go where you wanna go" (something along the lines of that but the focus here is supposed to be on the idea).

So i was going through a pretty rough academic patch with a lot of potholes and speedbreakers and i have to change schools now but you know what? That all seems perfectly okay, even though the school's supposed to be infamous for a lot of things i wouldn't really like to mention and even though the school happens to have my ex (who i btw loved a LOT) as my senior, i really couldn't care less, cause for the first time, i'm going to school to study and not to have fun.

I recently started a guitar class, left my fingers sore and the skin on my index finger grazed but it was fun nevertheless :)

I should be getting my guitar today (Yeah thats right i went to a guitar class without a guitar :P)hopefully, it should be the start of something new but i dont know

I mean its just one of those times when things are going right but they dont feel right. I had this feeling about this guy who turned out to be a total creep. Lets hope things turn out okay...

Thats all for now... i'll post the pics of my guitar as soon as i get one ;D I'm gonna go grab some lunch

Cya guys l8r! Bye!! :) xoxoxoxoxo

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Cobwebs....

*SIgh*...

Yes...i've left my blog uncared for for nearly two months now... strangely i'm still alive ppl  

thank u thank u *takes a bow*

Anyways..... i'm sure y'all are used me starting my usual train of thoughts or me ranting to express myself or me just generally blabbering some bakwaas...but here's a surprise my beloved fans!

I'M BLANK!!!

Yes... continue staring at the screen in shock...i think my creativity's finally dying... i've been observing a steady decline in this place... Ppl read it less, comment less etc etc etc... i'm extremely tempted to shut it down for good but u know wat? I dont know if i should because i have a lot of work on here that i dont have backed up anywhere else. So instead of thoughts,here's  my usual "blankness conquering" (see? Even my english is getting degraded) strategy... 

UPDATES-
1)I dont understand a lot thats going on. Thankfully thats strictly non academic.
2)I'm gettin so caught up in my own life tat i'm forgetting the ppl who keep me going... (yeah guys its hurting me as i type...) Sry
3)I'm changing so badly and its reallly scaring me
4)The only thing i had...the only things i really valued...gone
5)My iPod,my cell phone, my words, my promises....
6)As my frnds know... *sigh* yes there's this guy i like 
7)N the situation's gettin highly complicated.
8)My iPod is back to life! (for future reference,i accidentally killed it) yaaaayyy!!!
9)This isn't really holding my attention..i'm even running out of things to type..bye guys...thanks for reading

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Why..........

Why do things have to turn out the way they do....Everything happens for a reason...but why can't somebody tell me exactly why...

Why can't somebody explain the way i feel towards some ppl....why....wat did i ever do to them...why do they treat me like dis....

Why are they ignoring me....what did i do....

Why....why....why......................................

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Smells like teen spirit

Yes, i know thats the name of a Nirvana song but it nevertheless inspired me and it just fits the article anyway

Every teen is different. No doubt about that. There are of course, stereotypes,and choices and the decisions we make that unwittingly help us segregate ourselves even though,a lot of us,at a subconcious level,dont want to

When we're a kid,we see something that fascinates us. There can be varied influences but there is always this one thing that holds our interest more than the others.

Then we pursue that one interest say singing or dancing or roller skating or something like that. We see the professionals and we go "Thats gonna be me someday" or "i'm gonna be famous for this". This happens around ages 12-16 and then,a tragedy occurs-we grow up

We look back on the old memories we had of doing that thing we loved-like winning a contest or making a new friend and sigh and say "Wow,those were the best days ever" or "Wow! Can't believe i was that crazy back then" But we have to ask ourselves. 'Why crazy?' or 'Is dreaming crazy?'

We look at peopele in our day to day lives,mostly the ppl elder to us and we think to ourselves 'why didn't he/she follw his/her dreams?' amd we rea;ose after a wjo;e.that they had a choice. They could've either followed their dreams,struggle and face potential failure or wild success or they could just kill their dreams,get a 9-5 job,get good money,be happy and just stay snuggled in your comfort zone,all the while,scared to spread those beautiful wings and fly

Now,i cannot force you to follow your dreams,as i myself let my dream slip out of my fingers and i only realised it yesterday. The dream i gave up wasn't a small one-I dreamt of playing for the IFL

Yeah i know... surprising... I was a footballer myself... A crazy one i might add. Circumstances forced me to let that dream slip through my fingers and mostly, I let it slip through my fingers. I don't think i can follow that dream again... However i have another one,and this time,i'm positive that i wont let it slip away so easily.

But its the choices we make that set us apart from everyone else. If we choose to spread our wings and fly,there may be a million potential risks in what we want to follow but THAT is what sets us apart from everyone else-either your dream, or the fact that you're bold enough to follow it

But there is a spirit in me...A fire which i'm pretty sure all teens have and we just let that fire just go out as we get older. Why?

No guys. Please,lets not allow this to happen. Let that fire burn and keep it aflame. And if you're not going to follow your dreams but do something else instead,Fine... But try to direct the warmth of the flame to whatever you're doing or going to do. Then, you'll definitely start loving whatever it is you're doing or going to do.

That flame of hope.. That fire within us.. is the essence of all teens. 

"What keeps the flame alive?" You ask...

Its something within us...That smells a lot like teen spirit...

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Don't wanna be myself

I AM SO SICK OF MYSELF~!!! I HATE MYSELF!!! 

I wish i could be either annorexic or obese and not have the perfect in between figure i do now

i wish my hair was short and thin so ppl actually saw my face for a change

I wish i was smart like all my other classmates

I wish i had dimples

I wish i didn't have to wear glasses

I wish i had a better phone

I wish i could have an either extremely pale or very dark skin tone and not the dusky one i have now

I wish i was talented at something else other than writing

I could go on...

I JUST WISH I WAS SOMEBODY ELSE

Friday, November 21, 2008

Nail art,laser torches,and crazy photographs

Yes... mighty weird combination i know.. Some of us might even call it recipie for disaster... which it wasn't (thankfully) cause i've just experienced my first expo and it was truly exhilirating.

Our stall topic was oral cancer and it was organized by "CanStop" and it was sponsored by NXg... Quite a good amount of fun really.

My day starts at 5:20... Please guys,i'm totally serious... (I fell out of bed but lets just leave it at that).. The previous evening was spent in a total frenzy getting everything together.. (Me and my frnd ashwini were the strings holding our group together,not to brag, but we did an amazing job)

I somehow grope my way around and get dressed and i'm at school by 8:05.. We start and reach and we arrange our stall and put up our charts...very clumsily might i add cause there was sticky tape and gum flying around (not conventional fevistick,we were using fevicol) and miraculously(i think thts how its spelt)..we get everything into place with all four limbs intact.

"Why don't you people use a slogan" Said my biology teacher who was accompanying us. "Leave the smoking to cars and factories" I snorted sarcastically.

Everyone turns to stare at me.

I look up.

"What?"

But i don't get a reply...they're already putting that up on a poster!

Our first half of the day goes on pretty uneventful.. Us explaining basically everything in our chart... Some goofy guy picking up my laser torch and playing with it.... Thats when all the participants get called to hear a short speech..

It was amazing to hear them because the CanStop organization itself was founded by 4 survivours of cancer.. I think i was pretty lucky to hear them talk. 

There was a board called ray of hope draped in a white cloth. "See that board over there?" The chief doctor (srry guys,forgot her name) points out. We all immediately turn and stare at it. "We are going to bless all those people out there who are already suffering from cancer and pray for their speedy recovery. If you want to do it for a friend,family member or just about anybody, step forward" She told us.

We lined up and i put my hand splat in the tray with dark green paint and Archana (my other really really clsoe frnd) chose orange. We stood by each other as a junior snapped a pic of us grinning. "Bosom buddies huh" The chief doctor grinned.

We grinned right back at her

Then the (un)eventful lunch break... We were served noodles(not the maggi kind) and gobi manchurian.. I have never eaten something greasier or sicker in my entire life... I'm just lucky all the food didn't come out in the wrong direction!! And what basically sucked is that i left swetha, ashwini and archana at the stall but then i called swetha down and we sat and ate together. Apparently, when i was gone, every single person who came to our stall asked where the author of the poem was ! (we put up one of ma poems in a charT)

I missed my moments of glory for greasy noodles and overcooked and still greasier gobi!! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Its the quiz competetion after that... The stall crowd immediately stops completely leaving the lot of us to sit around bored like dopesters and crackstars. My other friend Swetha took my phone and began listening to the radio on it. Archana was sitting by me incessantly singing "Jesus take the wheel". Ashwini was sitting in a chair outside our stall, practically asleep and theres me. Sitting in between Ashwini and Archana, painting my nails with sparkly stars in lilac and hot pink. 

I took Swetha's camera (it was only payback since she kind of officially flicked my phone, apparently the radio station she was listening to was playing smokin hot songs) and handed it straight to Ashwini and for a change, i got in front of the camera instead of behind it. Goofing off, pretending i was the next big supermodel.

Then the quiz gets over... and to my surprise.. As i'm sitting there almost fully asleep... My friend Divya who i haven't seen in a bloody long time pops up!

I would've hugged her if i wasn't in such a hazy state but that just brought me straight back up to life. We all talked for 15 minutes... And she wrote us a comment when she hadn't even heard our explanation. Highlighted her name over and over (in case somebody needs to know the list of eminent personalities who blessed our stall with their presence :P )

And that was the end... The pack up... We ripped everything down, after a good deal of confusion of what belonged to who, we finally packed up.. got our belongings..(now including a freebie tshirt) and about 9 phone calls later, a juggling act, artfully balancing all our charts and what not in our hands, 2 glasses of an extremely sour "natural" drink, a balancing act by the water cooler again, 20 minutes on the kiddy swing set later... We were back home.

Yeah all in all, our day sucked, we didn't even win best stall award but to be honest, we didn't care a damn about that. All we cared about is that when we left school, we looked up to the sky to see a silver lining(damn beautiful!) and when we left... Well lets just say we had an awesome time anyway :)

Friday, October 3, 2008

Beautiful girls!

I recieved a beautiful email today that was originally sent to me on woman's day. I of course, being lazy did not read it at that time and DAMN! I SO wish i had!!! Anyways lets get back to that at the end of the post.

I'm sure this is an experience a lot of girls would have had.

You're sitting there innocently flipping through a magazine when you come across ______(insert stupid bimbo celebrity name here)in a bikini. You quickly flip away. A few pages later you see a beautiful unnamed model in an outfit that would only fit a lamp post. You look at her for a few seconds before flipping away. Then you come across advertisements for various make up items like eye shadow,lip gloss and all that.

You stare at the models who endorse these items. You stare and stare and stare and stare but nothing seems wrong with them. They look beautiful and perfect. "If only i had such big beautiful brown eyes" you sigh. You flip through to the next page where you see _______(Insert celebrity name here) lounging gracefully and you start to wonder why you don't look like that.

Another ad endorses skin cream and the model looks positively radiant. Her skin is the perfect tone and her figure is obviously absolutely flawless. You look down at your own skin and even though its healthy for a person your age, you dont see that. 

You put down the magazine and try to ignore the sinking feeling in the gut of your stomach and try to watch tv but theres only more of plastic perfection in the form of deepika padukone,sheetal malhotra and Kareena Kapoor.... You're just so sick of it and you wish you could change. you try to get away.

Sound familiar ladies?

What many people don't realise is that those models aren't perfect. Come on ladies, you're all smart. You should know that that those models or actresses are made to look inhumanly perfect only cause of the following tricks-
1)Air brushing
2)Photoshop
3) Camera and lighting can do wonders. 

There are about 3 billion women who don't look like supermodels. They seem happy. 

If Barbie was a real woman, She'd have to walk on all fours due to her proportions. 

 

One out of every four college-

aged women 

has an eating disorder .  


A psychological study in 1995 

found that just 3 minutes 

looking at a fashion magazine 

caused70% of women to 

feel DEPRESSED ,  GUILTY  and  SHAMEFUL !


20 years ago, models weighed 8% less than the average woman.

Today, they weigh 23% less . . . .

It doesn't occur to the girls that the models didn't just drop from the stars perfect. They too had to start out somewhere and they were also probably in possession of a human figure at some point of their life or the other. 


Perfection doesn't lie in a size zero dress that would look better on a lamp post than it would on any super model. It doesn't lie in the glamourous beauty they exhibit. It doesnt even lie in their huge incomes.


Perfection in a real woman lies in her strength. The strength of the woman in supporting her family, providing encouragement to her friends and husband and paving the way for children. The beauty of a woman is not determined by her external beauty. But it is defined by her grace, charm, bravery, wiseness, determination and her ability to keep calm and provide others support in even the worst of circumstances. You could take a very average looking woman and she would be more beautiful than Kate Moss or any other supermodel as she is capable of achieving a  lot more and she will.



DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE

SOMETIMES YOUR EYES MAY EVEN DECIEVE

BUT KEEP BELIEVING IN WHAT YOU ALWAYS BELIEVE

AND PEACE AND INNER STRENGTH YOU WILL ACHIEVE ^_^