Nostalgia Engulfed...

You go to sleep feeling all gloomy because you wasted another day not studying. But come on, you had fun! That's not a day wasted, that's just a ton of memories made. So you procrastinated for another day. Big deal! Ki farak paenda hai! You could still do it you know, SHINE. :) Stop regretting things, fretting over them because they're not what should have happened. Because, after all, they did happen, and might have also put a smile on your face. Always try to make a fresh start. Wake up, look around, admire all the good that you have in your life, and set out to find the rest of what you want. Never give up on your hopes, your dreams, yourself! You're your only strength you know, so be that as best as you can. People may loose faith in you, sometimes fate might be too harsh on you, but never give up. Never give up because there is still someone who believes in you - YOU! Stop doing things for others, trying to make them happy. Live a little for yourself, do wh...

This trip home has been good, great even. There were some things I wanted to do which I couldn't, but apart from that it was an actual let's say, homecoming. I did do one thing I'm still regretting - went through my old diary. And I'm stuck wondering why didn't I burn or tear the pages of that one like I used to do with almost every diary of mine. Like many others, I have this excitement at the begin writing a new journal every year. This excitement lasts, at max for a month. After a month, there're just random notes and day entries. After around August, I generally lose interest and stop writing. Its an annual routine, and I'm not too proud of it. So enough about my writing habits, this diary I read was about the time I was in Senior School and I always refrain from going back and thinking about that time. Its not that it was too unpleasant, those two years were a bittersweet combination of hell and heaven for me. In those two years I gained and lost ...

Case I : Our nights have grown shorter. We don't talk as much as we used to. We're too busy in our own worlds to even care if we miss each other. We don't reply to each other's messages. When one tries to converse, the other doesn't feel like it. Is it really that hard to take a little time to appreciate what we have? Or is it what we had? Case II : I don't wait for you to come online. You don't have time to listen to my worries any more. We don't talk about our career plans and insecurities together. You don't have time to feel protective of me anymore. Was it really that hard to keep up an innocent friendship? Case III : I looked at you from a distance and recognised your familiar face. I have it etched somewhere in my heart. I can sketch you smiling even when I'm half asleep. Your smile is what kept my world bright. Now I just have to endure the darkness with a sense of defeat. Is it really that hard to speak up your mind, for on...

Hello readers! :) Care to drop in a comment sometime? The number of pageviews, and not knowing 28 out of the 30 people who read the post, creeps me out! Anyway, day before yesterday, I boarded a train to come home. Three-tier AC is still the worst on my list, this experience didn't help much. The congested middle berth and a bunch of talkative, always-up-for-debate elders, who could ask for more, eh? [For people who do not understand sarcasm, right at this moment, I feel like being Leonard and holding up a sign for your 'Sheldon Cooper brain' that says 'SARCASM'] :| Sorry for that one but I'm kind of getting tired of having to explain my jokes every single time. So the journey, right. There was this working lady who sat beside me and had the berth above mine. Being an avid reader, the kind that cannot travel without reading, I had bought a little something to read. Since campus romances are all that you find these days, frustrated I thought of giving up...

From last friendship day to this one, more than just the 'Friendship Day wallpaper' has changed. Learning to NOT live in the past is the best thing your friends can teach you. Celebrating the genuineness of friendship this Friendship Day, you don't have to be together all the time, you and your friends. Just create an assuring impression, which says you're always there for them, if and whenever they need you. Also, don't be disheartened if they don't, because sometimes, friends are only meant to create a few memories and not relive them. You see, at the end of the day, you're grateful to those friends who stuck with you all the while, but not as much as those who first come to your mind when you're sad. Every friend teaches you something worthwhile. Starting from the age when you're toddlers, you learn to play in the mud or pull each others' hair from a few friends, with few you learn to ride a bike, with few you learn to share secrets and ...

First of all, A VERY VERY VERY VERRRRYYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! This post celebrates the twentieth birthday of my 24x7[except holidays] friend, philosopher and guide, the person who made it all look easy in these two years. A studious bookworm, a faithful friend, an excellent daughter, a lovable sister, a dedicated (ahem!) friend [read into the lines here :P], and a perfect counselor. I would like you to know that I'm grateful to you - for forgiving my silliness at times, for putting some sense into my brain every now and then, for really listening and understanding all that I always have to say, for trusting me enough to share things closest to you, for just being you! You are one of the very few people who know me, and know me well. I wish you all the happiness in the world, and everything you deserve, everything you want. I promise I'm gonna be there for you every single time that you need me.  Apart from that, I also promise to : Bug you by calling you o...

Haven't written in a while.. realised this when my thoughts got overcrowded, too difficult to interpret. Sooooo, what's new, eh? I'm at home, the weather is so awesome I could die of happiness. I have all my favourite things around.. and I have all the time in the world to eat and sleep and waste! I sleep half of the day, and spend the other half watching movies and TV series. In short, life is blissful. Then again, life is what you make it. I know, its just a matter of days. I'm gonna get bored of the movies, eventually return to offline mode on facebook chat, and start yearning for Bbsr again. Its the same case there too. The other place somehow always feels more tempting, more...me! Its kind of like an identity crisis. On one side there's..familiarity..familiar places, familiar people. The other side has adventure, novelty, a chance to build a new me, which unfortunately, I haven't had much success with. Its kind of impossible to pick one. Raipur has ...

I recently finished watching all the four episodes of the extensively hyped show Satyamev Jayate up until now. Apparently, in our country, the truth is only appreciated if it comes from a well known celebrity. I do not intend to demean what Mr. Khan is doing because despite all the criticism from the sick sections that he has outed the truth about, the show continues to be what it is - an honest effort at revealing the truth of this nation we are very proud of, and in every way possible, trying to curb all the unforgivable evil that has been going on around here. What our beloved "Idiot" is doing here is definitely appreciable but at the same time, it also brings out one sad truth unintentionally. In this country of ours, even if every citizen is aware of what they should and shouldn't do, what they should and shouldn't tolerate, it takes us a famous person to realise it. Be it Baba Ramdev and Anna Hazare, who tried taking a stand against corruption or be it the...

Strangers can become best friends, just as fast as best friends can become strangers.. Everytime I see you now, when I see how we cross each other by as strangers, I am reminded of how it was before and how much can things change. Sometimes, I almost break down, I cannot look you in the eyes, that's for sure. Sometimes I wonder how hard would it be to just stop, stop and stand right there in front of you. Take a few steps, smile, and pull your cheeks, then wait for that irritated expression. But before I let go of what is holding me back, I'm reminded of why it is so. I'm reminded of why we are what we are now - strangers. I cannot just walk up to you and start talking, because we're not best friends anymore, we're two people who used to know each other and are now just unfortunately stuck in the same place. I wish one day you realise exactly what you did, I wish one day Karma slaps you right in the face.

There's this song by Taylor Swift, its called "The Best Day". This song means a lot to me because when you're living miles away from your family, such songs sometimes bring out the best in you, although they also tend to make you all nostalgic. This is another one of Swift's songs I can relate very much to, and I've been meaning to share what all goes in my mind when I hear this track. Thought today would be the appropriate day. HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY! :) I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way back home These lines take me back to when I was five, sweet times. I'm reminded of all those pictures we have in our family album where I'm smiling along with my mum. I wasn't a mischievous kid like most others that lived in our loc...

I'm supposed to be studying for this exam tomorrow and as usual, I don't feel like it. So I thought I'd take a break from surfing Tumblr for Delena images and write for a change. Then again, I often don't have anything to write on when I put my mind to it. Therefore scribbling an abstract. :/ The first thing I notice about anyone I meet is their eyes. And I love blue eyes. And chocolate brown. :P So anyway, here goes.. I saw you standing at a distance and recognised you from your eyes, the way they crinkle up when you smile. If there's one thing about you I'd never like to change, it would be your eyes. One look and I'm assured that everything is going to be fine, one look and I'm assured I'll always have you by my side. Your eyes give away your secrets, let me know what you hide deep inside. I love the way your eyes seem to melt when you look at me. Your eyes tell me things I shouldn't believe in, things too good to be true. Sometimes,...

I was going through your pictures, your texts, your IMs and I realised I missed you. I also realised I shouldn't. Its hard without you, without someone who made me take things a little lightly when I was all stressed out. Now without you, I'm bursting at the seams. I would be lying if I said I got over you the moment I deleted your numbers, because I kind of have them memorised, because when I was deleting some old pictures, I had to halt at one of yours. I'm not framing these words to make you realise how much you hurt me, but because I need you to know. I needed you to know then and I told you what you meant to me through my words. And I need you to know now, that however strong I act, a tear reaches my eyes as soon as I see you. I need you to know that your voice makes me break down and I need you to know that I'm too weak to face you now. Because its all in my eyes, all the pain, the longing, its all there. One look, and my eyes would give me away. Understand ...

People come to this world alone and they have to go alone. To make this journey called life easier, we associate with people, we form bonds. Some bonds are made by birth and blood, some by fate, and some we choose on our own. In the former two cases, not much is in our hands. The latter case is where we make the most mistakes, or in some cases the best decisions of our lifetime. These people we choose come to be known as our friends, a word and a bond widely misused these days. What makes it worse is that however good you think your judgement might be, only time can show you the true colours of any person. Its a tricky thing, making friends, more like a trial and error method. Some friends are made by chance, while on the other hand, more often than not, the friends you depend on might give you the woes of your life. And that isn't even the worst part, it is when you try to cope with it, when you try to get over them that you realise what a fool you've been. The thing is ...

Harry Potter - My childhood in two words, in a name, in a story so brilliant it somehow makes you believe in magic. The last few days have been great and not because I'm studying vigorously for my exams (because sadly, I'm not) but because I've been rewatching the series. And ofcourse, it feels awesome. I remember back in the days when I used to wait for May Movie Magic on Pogo every summer, just because I would get to see these movies! They were days when we used to wonder if we'd ever get our letters to Hogwarts because we had no doubts about ourselves being witches and wizards. Every little hunch that came true, made our suspicions stronger. It sure was a kind of disappointment when my letter was lost in the mail (Yes, I choose to believe that!) but as I grew up, I realised that I don't need a Hogwarts to hone my magic skills. I could do that myself, by believing that I had magic in me, by believing that this magic made the world a better place in a crazy, ...

This..is a short excerpt that I have no idea why I'm writing, maybe because this incessant pain in my ear won't let me think. A girl is half lying on her bed, a pair of spectacles perched at the tip of her nose. She's reading a cheesy, romantic novel with a consistent image in her head. Her phone beeps, its a text from the guy she's thinking about. Boy - Hey! Wassup? Girl - Nu'n much. Reading. You? Boy - Guess what!? :D Girl - No you didn't! :O You did? :O Did you? :O :D Yayyyyy! :D >:D< Boy - Yeah.. um.. I did. :P Girl - Congoooooo bestie. :D :D :D What just happened here is that a girl got her heart broken, and a guy just did that unknowingly. What's worse is, since they're the best of friends, the girl will either have to put on a brave face everyday when she sees them together, or she'll have to let go of the friendship too because she doesn't have the strength to do it the other way. The guy, on the other hand will conti...

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...