Sassy and Classy
We’re a little sassy like that We’re quite classy like that!
He just said I’m his cupcake <3
Dear God, really, thank you very much for keeping me hale and hearty and healthy. My body functions normally, I don’t have a missing body part and I have friends and family. I’m a very fortunate person. Forgive me my grievances and complains about life every now and then for reasons that are not even close to important. I’m absolutely alive and that is an ongoing miracle. Thank...
In Search of Utopia
No I don’t like this world this way. Let me be alone, in my world, where no one can hurt me, directly or indirectly. Where the heart wouldn’t skip a beat at foolish things and where people will not be superficial….where depth and only depth will be valued and spiritual and holistic cleanliness will be regarded the highest of all. Where the virtues will be rewarded and there will...
Can I Just Cry Buckets?
Can I just cry buckets?
Sometimes I feel really really bad when I see impossible things happening. Why doesn’t the impossible happen with me? Why, of all the people, did this happen to me? Why, of all the people me? Maybe future is better but the continuous ex-foliation that the present is inflicting upon me is unbearable at times. How Why do I have to deal with that stress? No I’m not complaining but...
Just invented a word to describe my status: exhausaturated. That’s what I am right now. Ohhh God, please do good. Amen
Leave it to God
Stop worrying. You will get what you deserve. Why worry about what’s not in your hands? Instead, try to hone what is in your hands. Smile, love, laugh, enjoy. If there is a God who is caring, He will look after you and you wouldn’t be disappointed. Come on, God’s child you are, aren’t you?! :)
The songs they make today, most of them are plastic. You stretch them by listening to them again and again and then one day pop! They’re gone! You can’t even stand them almost! Always happens. And sometimes after years together, when you incidentally hear them again somehow, you might even replay them! But still, they’re plastic.
I Hate Men
I hate it when Indian men make such a big fuss out of things like Hooters and Coyotes. I hate it when they start salivating like dogs on seeing a sexy blonde or a petite Asian girl. I hate it when they get pumped up about visiting Las Vegas and South Padre Island. I hate it when they feel proud as if having accomplished something when they make a non-Indian girlfriend. I hate all the friends of...
Tears are not always inversely proportional to pain. And what goes around comes around, kind of so that your future is adorned while it ruins your present.
That Not Visible to the Naked Eye...
..or even the dressed. Sometimes, just sometimes, there’s a shell you need to break. Sometimes because you won’t need to do it again and again. It’s not even about shedding your inhibitions. It’s lesser and harder but deeper than that. It yields trends and renders you happy. And it’s the talk of the town for the gossip-mongers but still, you need to shake it off. I...
Longing is a Sigh Disease. Sigh!
You know that feeling of looking at someone’s happy-photograph and letting out a sigh?
Satisfaction and The Heart
It’s not about dissatisfaction. It’s about disappointment. It’s probably not yet despair but it’s a longing. A feeling that’s inscrutable to say and the heart is so weakened that it’s frightened of strength. It’s difficult to believe that there will be contentment.
Now what’s the point of sulking? What even is the reason? Gah! I should just get a coffee and gulp it all down. Will I ever be satisfied? I’m not talking about the coffee.
Frayed ends are hard to mend. Not everything can we understand. The cues all lead to disbelief. The heart is way too stubborn. Reason is compromised by weakness. We need fresh air. We need to detach. We need new eyes and a new cover for the heart. We need anaesthesia. Somethings change forever in a silent hidden way.
Longing for someone when you have no one is better than longing for someone when...– Tamanna A. Shaikh
Time to Wake Up
The world has never been kind to your kind, little girl don’t you ever grow up? It’s time to kiss away the butterflies, little girl, stop playing real-life embrace the reality immeasurable truths around you, little girl, drink them all to the lees and search for nothing and hope for nothing
I’m scared of any further commitments because I’m scared of getting hurt. A girl dreams a dream till she believes in it but a woman realizes that a dream is only a snippet of the entire picture. If I could find and convince myself of the fact that a commitment wouldn’t hurt me, I might be a lot happier and less frightened of the future. But that, is just not possible. Just not...
It’s fumbling how life shows you the extreme opposites of experiences or feelings separated only by a few moments! That’s a wonderful ability of life’s. One moment you are all excited, happy and positive and the next you know, you are all gloomy, depressed and sad. It’s really possible that now you want to sing songs loudly and laugh out aloud at the top of your voice and...
Why didn’t God design it as simple as: positive ions bring positivity and negative ions bring negativity—inside the human body…medicine would have been so much easier! I would pump up some sodium and calcium every-time I needed to! Instead, the human body itself is a mere example of natural chaos and the concept of relativity wherein even the positive (potassium) is considered...
Physics & Chemistry of Strength
This just occurred to me. Actually, we keep collecting strength in different ways when we are happy and use that potential energy when we are depleted of the positivity. Just like, when there are way too many negative ions building up inside of us, we need to open these storehouses and let the positive ions influx in our system. So when we are actually depressed, we are actually weak enough but...
I shall go by Poe's Law
I will go by Poe’s Law. More later. ——————X——————- Okayyyyy sooo, Edgar Allen Poe. The very author of one of my favourite poems, “A Dream within a Dream” has a law named after him: Poe’s Law, according to which, according to what I understand, a poetry should be characterized by the following: (This...
If there is some form of art in you, it can do wonders. I don’t need creative outlets anymore mostly but my heart and mind keep diverting towards writing. Is this love of language? Or is it just addiction? And no matter how much I write on my blog, it is not story. Everything is incomplete.
Regression to the Mean
You know you are philosophical when a statistical fact inside a cardio-epidemiology class leads you to abstract lateral thinking for life! I learnt and actually “understood” this concept of regression to the mean just today. According to what I learnt in class, it means that every score has an average and that every observed value tends to deviate towards the mean. So for example, your...
Back to being the girl in the profile picture!
Yes it’s true. I’m back to being the girl in the profile picture—the girl who shines…shines on. I had lost my stability, my composure somewhere and was on th verge of becoming a worry-machine but I saved me! I realized that I was losing my poise, which is a major charmer for all, due to my worries, my concerns and my doubts, about my future and personal life. Good that I...
How do I blog about one of the most special days...
So the title literally is the dilemma. I’ve had an awesome 25th and I’ve been waiting and wanting to post it up on my blog, with pictures and all apt appropriate words and leaving nothing out. But it’s just so difficult! I very rightly agree with Sylvia Plath’s famous quote on writing personal experiences: “Some things are hard to write about. After something happens...
Tumblr baby steps
Finally I caved in and signed up on Tumblr. These are my first words here. I’m not sure how, if, I’ll like this portal, since I already have a blog. Or shall I rather use it as a storage space? Or a rough diary? Or a respite? While my blog is more organized, I wonder if I’ll do the same with Tumblr or rather just leave it cluttered up! Anyhow, this is just a beginning....