Nostalgia Engulfed...

Its a fine, sunny morning. You get to college (trust me, most boring job ever!) and you're sitting there attending a lecture and going "Why am I here again?" in your head. And suddenly the professor does the mistake of saying something (which, in my case, is every sentence.) that makes you come up with a joke. You subtly lean over and tell your partner the joke, you guys snigger like a maniac, all the while trying not to burst out laughing. Change of scene, its break time, you guys are standing in a circle with your friends, doing the usual masti that people in this age group do. Suddenly your partner goes "Hey, I gotta tell you something funny." and there goes your joke. Everyone laughs, except, of course you. You stand there thinking, "I'm the cool and funny one, not you, you thief!" Sound familiar? Lets see another scenario. Again, you're in class, the teacher does this mistake and you whisper "He's so wrong! Its supposed to g...

Ever been in a situation where the most trivial things hijack your brain? Its like you go on and on thinking throughout the day about things and/or people that shouldn't matter. Its like you see a face that reminds you of something, or of someone who meant a lot and now that everything's different.. Well there are times in one's life, there are phases when one learns to hate, hate with all their heart, hate people who didn't even do him/her wrong.  There's just something about that innocent face, you cannot hate it but you still do, due to reasons unknown. That one face in your life that means nothing to you yet signifies so much. That face you cannot behold, for if you do, everything that was begins to haunt you. At times you also feel guilty for feeling so deeply negative about that person, who has played no part in your misery. But just the fact that his/her face is somehow linked to the cause of your misery makes it unbearable. It doesn't mean you...

Another lazy Sunday morning and I'm sitting with a cuppa steaming coffee in hand. Yet again, I feel like sitting back and doing nothing. There's a sword of exams hanging over my head and I continue to avoid it deftly. Although how bad its gonna cost me later, I don't know. Or I do know, I've gone through hundreds of sleepless pre-exam nightmarish nights before. But oh well, old habits die hard. So, yeah, COFFEE! Not exams. I've been digressing a lot lately. People say my mind is elsewhere, wandering off in someone's thoughts... Ughh! Coffee! The title says The Magic Beans, which is what I take coffee to be. No, not the kind of beans you collect in games, these ones are special and available at a CCD near you, or any shop for that matter. "A lot can happen over coffee." True, that. This is why CCD's are my favourite place in the world. They come up with all these innovative ideas, which by the way, are also true. I mean, yes, a lot does happen...

  Since my twentieth birthday is like four months away, I thought I'd make a wishlist. :D 20. An apology long due. x| 19. A surprise visit from anyone close, preferably a childhood friend. 18. A gift, something personal or handmade. 17. An unexpected phone call at midnight. 16. Karma doing its work and letting me watch. 15. A hugeee box of chocolates, considering I would be braces-free. :D 14. Something pink and purple. 13. Something to write on, like a huge colourful notepad. 12. A day basically filled with surprises. 11. A note under the pillow when I wake up. A text would work too. :/ 10. A bunch of colourful balloons. :D 9. A song dedication. 8. A new gadget. 7. Something which has memories associated with it. 6. Haven't heard someone play a guitar in a while. 5. A poster. 4. Something perfect. Or very close to it. 3. A guardian angel. 2. A slap in the face for anyone who tries to be a drama king/queen, and not by me. 1. Him. Yes, I live in a f...

Anddd I am back. And I promise I'll write at least twice a month this time. No, make that one. :D  So, this morning I was sitting on my bed, surfing the usual informative sites a student needs to surf (read Facebooking), when out of nowhere it started raining. Like cats and dogs. The sky turned this scary shade of gray, there were pink cracks emerging everywhere (read lightning), and suddenly it started pouring heavily. The smell of wet soil wafted in the air and it brought a sense of unexplainable peace. Although the peace wasn't all positive, considering it somehow convinced me that procrastinating my work a little more was okay. I swear I was going to start studying. :|  On a serious note, rains remind me of home. Home brings all those childhood memories rushing back. Hence the blog title. I remember convincing mom to let me drench in the downpours and mom denying it outright. A little pout was all it took for my wish to be granted in the next five minutes. I h...