Sunday, June 29, 2014

Clumsy

So here I am. Sick. Tired. Sick and tired too.I have the world's biggest traffic jam in my nose so I can't breathe. I am talking with a voice that sounds like a crow that has been strangled. My mother said I sound like the singer I hate most. I have reached a point in my education where mathematics has stopped making any friggin kind of sense. And history. And geography is so increasingly boring that my eyes start tearing up with exertion from not letting them close. And I have become extremely unlucky recently. I have been injuring myself at an alarming rate. It is a surprise that I haven't reached the hospital. With multiple broken limbs, at least four sprains, head injury, broken nose, cut hands or third degree burns. But that's just the optimistic me speaking. Here goes the realist.
I have become so ridiculously clumsy that I don't thing I should left alone with anything that is even minutely dangerous i.e. pencils (I might poke myself in the eye with them), small things (lest they get stuck in my windpipe), electronics (I might electrocute myself), wires (I might strangle myself with them by mistake) yada yada. Most of these actually did happen, or are bound to happen soon enough. I have had a huge list of self made mistakes this week. I tripped seven times in a single day, three times as I was walking to school on absolutely flat ground, landed face first on the first step in school in front of a lot of people, once in the slippery ground of my school after which my feet were bestowed with clumps of dirt, once on a slope while coming from school (rescued by sane best friend), and landed on my knees in front of my house. The same day I managed to unknowingly doodle poetry on my school skirt. I also got hit by a basketball twice on my head, once on my nose. I poked myself with a pen about five times and refused to go near the kitchen fearful of any culinary injuries. Nevertheless, I burnt my hand by keeping it on a pot of really, really hot water. A couple of days before that I fell over a plastic cover that I inexplicably slipped on. I also tripped over a ladder that I had been standing guard to, so as to prevent anyone from falling over (irony). Is there some kind of record for this thing? Because I would win it hands down. Or I should say falling down.
While writing this post, I banged my skull on my bed's headboard about four times. I also got some glue on my feet and eyes. But for some reason I am insanely happy. Mad grin is plastered over my face.
I have for some weird reason attached a photo of my extremely clean desk in there. So, yeah.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Perspective

There was once a person. A person like any other. He disliked doing anything difficult, had enough friends, a boring, normal family, and studied only because he had to. An unremarkable person. Completely ordinary. But he wanted to be different. He wished that suddenly he would be endowed with something that distinguished him from this world, this world with no edges. He would stare at his hands that contained no magic. He couldn't create anything out of them. There were no beautiful words strung together to form beautiful poetry. There weren't any smears of paints on them, nothing to show the hard work he did on his invisible canvasses. There were no long, gracious fingers which could produce gorgeous music that enthralled people with their sheer greatness. There were no hands which could solve equations claimed to be impossible. No Nobel prize was to be received by them. He would look at his short, stubby hands each time he crossed her path. She was the personification of uniqueness. She was always bouncing around, apparently full of energy, even after questionably long days. Her hands were permanently covered with scribbles, to-do notes, stray bits of literature, hand drawn pictures and calculations. She was a force of nature, always ready to protect what she believed in. Somebody to be reckoned with. She was a flurry of colours that overwhelmed him each time she brushed past him, apparently not noticing his existence. She walked alone, but that was enough. She was wonder.
                                    
In the same world there was she. She was not like anybody else. She didn't believe in what others believed in. She didn't know or care about what the society expected. She was just like that. And no matter how much she tried it was not going change. In this world where a sky you can reach out to is the limit. But sometimes she disliked herself. Sometimes she used to wonder how it was like to be ordinary. Just a part of the crowd. Oh, how she yearned to stand in. She was so much that most people couldn't put up with her. She who talked to a tree, she who wouldn't realise if the world ended in front of her. She who sang weird songs even though she knew she couldn't sing to save her. She who used words nobody really understood. The person who was greeted by awkward silences and half-hearted smiles. A person who could simply be nothing but herself. But she didn't care for this. She wanted to be cared for. She just wanted to be a part . She never wanted to be alone. She just wanted to be invisible like that him. He always had two or three people around. He would just blend in perfectly unlike she who stood out like a sore thumb. He never needed to be doing anything. People just liked him. He was a shadow in a world without colour. He was the preferred good enough. And that's all she wanted to be. Enough.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Blah Blah Blah

Don't tell me that I didn't warn you. I quote directly from my previous post 'See you in the next century.' So at least be pleased that I am here before that.
I honestly swear, I am so busy that I don't even have time to day dream. Especially in school. You see I volunteered for something known as 'Junior Captaincy'. Don't let the name fool you. We do 5he equal (if not more)amount of work that (than) the senior ones do. At least I do. My friends have jolly time in the rain, gossiping. WHILE I RUN BEHIND ABSOLUTELY HATEFUL, BEASTLY 2nd graders. I don't know what has gotten into them. (The 2nd graders, not my friends. Though not one of them has paid as much as a little glance while I work my butt off.) All of kids were angels last year for the brief time I had worked there. But this year I have strong suspicions that the Satan has gotten into possess them. (Does Satan possess people? Or are those poltergists ('bracket inside bracket- mission accomplished.' Is the spelling correct?)?) They act like absolute jerks who have no respect for the fact that I AM 7 YEARS OLDER THAN THEM. (However on a similar context my brother is 11 years younger than me but still acts as if it was the other way around.) They run around somebody has set fire to their invisible tails. Then I have classes. Ah, absolutely horrid classes, welcome back into my top list of things I detest. Even though I opted out of science (Whoopeeeeeeeeeeeeeweeeeteeertteeffeeffeedffdedcsssd!!!! Best decision ever. Ever.) I still have to endure tortures called by the name of mathematics and geography. If it were up to me I would only have commerce and economics and drama and poetry and psychology and sociology and history for people to study. At least then it might teach them to be less of machines and more of humans (says the person who is addicted to bad reality shows and The Big Bang Theory).
I have been writing poetry like a...... a......... crazy poet. I produced about five in a week. It is the opposite of a writer's block. It like a pipe that has been stepped on for too long and now it is spewing up stuff like a broken candy machine with infinite candy granting capabilities.
In between I have a couple of debates too which I am pretty sure I will lose but trudge on unstopped.
I am having withdrawal symptoms. I haven't used my mp3 for 3 weeks and I am finding it very hard to get on without the matchbox size device by my side. A friend borrowed it. I need it. My dear mp3. My best friend.
Currently my best friend include my humongous SAT guide with which I fall asleep, my rough book covered with poetry, my pillow who hugs me, my wall with which I have philosophical discussions, my desk who I converse with and food. Oh, I have a very close relationship with food.
The good thing about junior captaincy is that nobody notices the fact that I have very, very few friends. It also makes me too busy to think about it.
The Fault in Our Stars comes here on July 2. Yaaay. I would have died if I had to wait for it to come on DVD. Yaaay Nymisha. I hope you are celebrating too.
I know that my post is quite idiotic. It helps that I have been frowning at my computer even when I was joking. Well. Anyway, tootlepips. Peace out, jerks.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Thanks for an award a lazy blogger doesn't deserve

After that long a title I am wondering whether or not to write anymore.
But then that is just the procrastinating part idiot of mine. At least I am going to have three posts in the whole May. I mean I lost time and unless I posts two posts ( = impossible) I can't have more. I had been planning to write two other posts, ( A: Consumerism in India B: How to manage psychotic friends).
Anyway I have been nominated for THE LIEBSTER AWARD. I am not gonna pretend that I have been hoping that somebody..... anybody would nominate me for it. I am not that modest. I can't. I have been nominated by Nymisha who writes this awesome blog called This Is Nymisha which I swear makes me burn with jealousy. Just kidding . But then not really. Have you noticed this phenomenon where people say just kidding but they really do mean what they say? So whenever anybody says just kidding THEY ARE NOT KIDDING. Your blog looks awesome though.

Now I am supposed to list out eleven random facts about me. Huh. I am so random that I doubt that there is anything left I haven't said. Here goes nothing though.


Eleven 'Random' Facts

  1.  I love to eat. 
  2. I generally get crazy carsick. Sometimes it gets so bad I don't let anybody even start the car. Or go above 10 mph.
  3. I am as blind as a bat without spectacles. The problem about spectacles is that you can't exactly keep them when you need to find them. So every morning I have to grope through my whole room to find them.
  4. I like the smell of rain more than rain.
  5. I have lived in 16 houses
  6. I have attended 8 schools. No, I didn't get kicked out of any.
  7. The first book I cried over was Mockingjay. The second one was The Fault In Our Stars. Each time I read The Fault In Our Stars I melt in to a puddle of tears and snot with an extremely red nose.
  8. I am finding this very, very hard
  9. I am currently listening to Shades of Cool by Lana Del ray and it is crazy cool.
  10. Almost done. Okay. I get awesome marks in science but I opted out of science and took commerce. I want to make a bit of change to the world and re-reading things people found out centuries ago may not help.
  11. I think water is extremely tasty. 
Okay. That's done. Phew.
Now here are Nymisha's questions to me. (Looks at the screen with wide frightened eyes)

Nymisha's Questions




    1. What is your favorite color? - Probably orange and purple and white.
    2. What or who is the best thing that ever happened to you? - My ex-best friend and my blog
    3. If you saw two people physically fighting on the road, what would you do? - Depends. Are they gonna kill each other? Are they just play-fighting? Is it a cat-fight?
    4. Do you believe in an afterlife? - The concept of heaven after life is kinda dumb. In that version you just do the same thing you used to love for eternity. I do believe in something after life though.
    5. If you could be any fictional character, who would you be? - I would have liked (LOVED) to be Hazel if Augustus had not died. Now I would prefer to be Tally from Uglies. She had a comparatively easier life than Katniss anyway.
    6. Let's say there was an opportunity for a dying person to live...but only if you volunteered to sacrifice your life. Would you? - It again a depends question. I would have sacrificed my life for my closest friends and family and maybe Augustus but the rest have to be considered first. I most definitely would not volunteer for the Hunger Games.
    7. Your house is on fire! What's the first thing you grab as you run out? - My brother. He is only three. So no matter how much he tears of the pages of my books he is the person I care most about in this world. Otherwise I would grab my Mp3.
    8. Do you like teaching things or learning things? - Learning, definitely. I suck at teaching.
    9. What's the one thing you've been dying to get your hands on?  - Some money. I want to get a thousand new books.
    10. You have exactly 1 day to live before you die. What would you do in that day? - Eat. Atleast I don't have to worry about becoming fat.
    11. What do you pick: stars or flowers? - Stars. They are are like flowers in skies. And they always remind of the song Stars by Grace Potter.
    I think I did pretty well on that didn't I?
    Now the Nominations.

    And the Nominees are.........

    Well, technically I am supposed to nominate 11 people. Virtually impossible. I will do as much as I can.

    Yeah. That's about it. Five. Now I have to ask them questions. Oh dear!

    Questions to the Nominees

    1. Who are you? (The philosophical side of the question)
    2. Who is your favorite person in this whole world?
    3. A book that makes you smile or cry?
    4. You can change the world. How will you?
    5. Favorite memory?
    6. Favorite blogs or bloggers?
    7. Chocolate or vanilla?
    8. What does freedom mean to you?
    9. If you could be anybody (including fictional characters) for a day, who would you be?
    10. Organised or disorganised?
    11. What makes you happy?
    Ouch. I know. They suck.
     
    So yeah. That's it. See you in the next century.
    PS- School reopens tomorrow. Can't wait.