Because I have my Hindi exam day after and I am bored.

These are 10 random facts, which are a result of acute boredom. I just had nothing better to do. These are very very very random, and also very very very true.

Here goes nothing

1. I like bland food. Yes, I'm Punjabi. Yes, I live in the land of tandoori tikka and rogan josh, but I still like bland food. Guilt as charged. Give me boiled chicken with mashed potatoes and I will love you for the rest of my life.

2. I absolutely loathe Holi. Why? Because it is gross. It gives you dirty hair, pink teeth, a blue face and yellow arms. There was a time I used to look forward to Holi the entire year, and then people started playing Holi with everything except colours. Eggs. Mud. Grease.

3. I hate Maggi. It's yellow, slimy, and looks weird. Enough said.

4. I cannot, like CANNOT brush without the tap running. It's something I've always done. Hehehe. (PS- You can kill me for that,yeah,really)

5. I have a thing for black and white photographs. I will love anyone who gets a portfolio in black and white. Yeah. (Future husband, are you listening?)

6. I'm a feminist. A proud one, that is. And I don't think 'women dressing like sluts', or women going around the city 'after 8 pm' cause rapes; Rapists do. And and and, I HATE MALE CHAUVINISTS.

7. I don't like anyone touching my hair, my face,or my phone. It's just uncool. I' m not the touchy-feely types. It just pisses the hell out of me when someone touches my hair/phone/face, is it that difficult not to touch?

9. I cannot take a shower when the water is cold, even when its 45 degree Celsius outside. It's just too cold for me.

10. Also, I can't sleep without a blanket. I will switch on the AC, but I will never sleep without a blanket.

"..you're the same person who kept me sane all along"

Here we are, sitting in the soothing winter sun, trying to figure out our respective lives, and for a change, I like the sound of silence. It is the most comfortable silence of my life. Suddenly, you say, I've changed. You say that my sense of humor has changed, my way of perceiving things has changed. You say my hairstyle has changed, my scent is unfamiliar to you. You say I've lost my twinkling eyes, which have been replaced by dull, normal eyes. You say I don't wear my eyeliner like I did earlier, or how my style of dressing has changed completely. You say I've turned into a laid-back, carefree and lazy person.

But you know what? You haven't changed a bit. You're still beaming. The color in your cheeks is still pink. The twinkle in your eyes still remains. You're wearing the same genuine smile. You're the same person who's scent I loved. Your hair are still the same. Messy, yet, adorable. You're the same person who picked me up when I fell in class, after making fun of me and laughing your lungs out for 5 minutes straight. You're the same person who forgave me for every silly mistake that I made, and even the horrid ones.You're the same person who didn't walk out on me even when you thought you should. You're the same person with whom I plan my career and laugh at how you're so confused between Commerce and Humanities. You're the same person with whom I share a million insiders which just multiply as days pass by. You're the same person with whom I know I will laugh my wits out even when I'm low.You're the same person who taught me how to chase my dreams, and catch them, too. You're the same person who comforted me when I was upset. You're the same person who was there for me when I wasn't in a state to be there for myself. You're the same person who held my hand, hugged me tight and went through every stage of life with me and never complained once. You're the same person with whom I share all the technicolored memories. All of them. I'm not exaggerating. Most of my friends know who I am, my fears, my doubts, my strengths, my weaknesses, but do you know the difference between them and you- they just know, but you know WHY. That's what makes you different.

And special. I love you.

The things that make you appreciate life

There's always one thing you love more than anything else. That one thing you love more than life. You know what I love most on this planet? Tennis. The game of tennis is so beautiful. It makes me feel alive, it makes me feel at peace. No, I'm not lying. Whenever I'm low, a light hitting session does the trick. ALWAYS. The adrenaline rush. The excitement. The sense of satisfaction. The feeling of knowing that I'm at least good at something-priceless. Sometimes, I do crib about going for practice in the extreme cold/heat, but when I'm on court, everything vanishes. Gone. All the troubles, all the worrying, the stress, the tension, all of it just goes away, magically. I get magically transferred to a new world. Oh, I love that feeling :')

I have always loved tennis. And shall continue to.

Even when..

I knew I could give my best, but didn't.

I desperately wanted to give my best, but couldn't.

I was made to do 5 extra sprints.

I was shouted at for my laid-back attitude.

I got blisters.

I was forced not to have long nails.

I complained about the heat/cold and cramps

I had to stay till late for practice.

I had to wait for 8 hours for my match.

I had to play a match at 1 AM, 2 AM, 4AM, and report at 6AM.

I injured my wrist(minor injury) and my ankle (major injury)

I was advised by the doctor not to practice for one week, but I still did.

I had to practice at 7.30 AM on Sundays while all my friends were sleeping

I had to cancel my plans with friends/family only because I couldn't miss my practice session.

I have to change my tennis shoes every month (that's a good point, actually. Shopping excites me:P)

I have tanlines on my ankles, feet, arms, legs.

I threw my racket out of disgust and manged never to break it

I swelled with pride each time I won a match and went into a shell after I lost one.

I saw the pain in the eyes of my teammates when I lost a match.

I was down in the first set, but still managed to win the match.

I disappointed everybody by losing an easy match.

I've loved tennis even when all I was asked about at family gatherings was, "How's tennis going?"

I have loved each and every bit of that game. It is THE BEST thing that could ever happen to mankind. I can go on and on writing about why and how much I love tennis. It is and always will be my first and foremost love. No matter what the world says, I have undying love for this beautiful game. . .true story.

Tennis is special for me.

It always has been.

And always will be.

:')

Nothing is free, not even freedom

In another one hour, we'll complete 62 years of being a Republic Nation. Wow. :O

No it's not just another day. It's just not. I refuse to believe so.

Some 70 years ago people were struggling to live, struggling to breathe free air. They laid their lives so that we could taste freedom and breathe freedom. for Us. Yes, our ungrateful generation. Our generation. We refuse to get up and go to school just because we're lazy? We refuse to spare 52 seconds to sing our national anthem in the morning assembly? Yes. That same generation.

Amazing, isn't it?

No I'm not being a senti patriot, but I just want you to have a sense of belonging- ness towards your country. I'm not asking you to go fight a war, just asking you to have some respect for your birth soil

Too much to ask for?

I don't think so.

I hope all of you have a Happy Republic Day.

A Beautiful Mess

This is purely a work of fiction.

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I am not the most optimistic person you will come across. No. I don't expect the best. You'll ask why I'm so cynical. I'll answer this question today. I'll answer everyone who complains of my being a pessimist.Once upon a time, there was a happy-go-lucky girl inside me. With no fears, doubts. Only hopes and aspirations. She was an idealist. She believed everything happened for the best. She loved colors.They made her feel alive. She loved the rainbow and would get excited at the sight of one. She said some stuff she shouldn't have sometimes, but that's okay, because she loved herself. She clumsily applied nailpaint. She loved cupcakes, and the icing on them. She thought everything and everyone was perfect. She was extraordinary. She loved. Immensely. Passionately. Truly. Deeply.

But not very long ago, her trust, faith was ripped apart. She came to know that everything has a bad side, and often, the bad takes over the good. The demons take over the angels. She was exposed to the ugly truth of life. And there she was, with her existence significant to no one but herself, sitting with her legs hugging her chest, with a river of tears flowing from her heavily kohled eyes, sniffing, puffy red swollen eyes..she just sat there. Silent and calm. There were so many question she wanted answers to. So many untold stories she wanted to hear. She wanted to know...so much. Some things are better left unsaid. She told herself. But the other part of her wanted to know. Every single detail. Every single moment. Every single truth. She lost control. She lost faith. She lost hope. She stopped loving. She stopped caring. She stopped..living. She was no more than a dead body.

Materialistic things stopped bothering her. As a matter of fact, nothing bothered her. Her existence was as good as nil. Each day went by..nothing changed. No one cared. She still sat in her dark room. With only one window which let some light peep through. Her legs hugging her chest. with a river of tears flowing from her heavily kohled eyes, sniffing, puffy red swollen eyes..she just sat there. She is the most fragile thing you've ever seen. It's like she would break any moment. Only with a touch. She looks beautiful.

She always prayed to God for a savoir. The one who would break all the chains, all the barriers and would set her free.The one who would make her feel beautiful. The one who would love her and embrace her with her flaws and imperfections. The one wouldn't promise her a miracle, but who will always be trying, for trying is what is important. But disappointed she was. She lost faith in God. She turned to Atheism. She thought if there was any God at all, He wouldn't let her go through so much pain and agony and misery. He would comfort her when she needed him to. He would give her strength and courage to face life. He would correct everything. He would...be there fixing her problems.

But most of all,

He would've have let her become the girl the originally was.

To-do list.

Everyone has desires, wishes, et all. I do, too. I decided to make a Wishlist/Bucket list/to-do list. Here it goes. xD

1. I want to write a book. An autobiography, maybe? Writing is my passion. Period.

2. I want to travel all over the world. No tension, stress. Just trying to find myself in me.

3. I want to have a grand house. With books, books, books..and well books :D

4. I want to learn how to sing. I know I'm terrible at it, so I want to learn how to sing beautifully and then perform at a concert :D

5. I want to dance for 12 hours straight. In 6 inch heels. YES. xD

6. I want to go deep sea diving. Life underwater is MUCH MUCH better.

7. I want to put up an exhibition of my Artwork. Someday. Sigh*

8. I want to try motor racing. Thinking about makes me all excited. Trying it would be super cool. B-)

9. I want to lie on a beautiful beach. Look at the night sky. And fall asleep while counting the stars.:')

10. For once in my life, I want to be content and happy with whatever I have. Yes. I want to live a life without any worries.

Who cares about a title?

I love Coldplay. How do you know my life story? How? :')

I really think Mayawati needn't send jets to get shoes. Like seriously.

I think Amar Singh deserves jail.

I think exams should be banned.

I think chocolate should not be fattening.

I think some people are silly, and need a life.

I think LMFAO's pretty coool. xD

I think I text too much.

I think RD Sharma's are too thick. And tough.

I think I'm falling in love with the color pink all over again.

I think my phone's not all that bad. At least it still works. (Doesn't mean I don't want a new one, mom and day, I hope you're listening)

I think Blogger is pretty cool.

I think reading random people's random blogs is my new favourite (spell check, it is FAVOURITE, we follow Brit English, FYI. ) passtime

I think Science is not that bad.

I still think I hate Hindi. Ewwww :|

I think I want to party.

I think I want exams to end, before they even start.

I think I can get A1 in Science, let's hope?

I think there's much more to life than religion, sports and politics, like love, laughter, peace and oneness? :)

I think I love Bob Marley.

I think My Sister's Keeper is the most beautiful movie ever.

I think I'm addicted to On the Floor By JLO

I think pulling an all-nighter before and exam and posting about it on Facebook is highly uncool.

I think I'm going to get a good invigilator tomorrow. (PRAAAY)

I think I love the coldness that runs down my spine after the rain.

I think I love coffee. xD

I hate tiny kids. Horrible creatures.

I think I love airplanes. I love airports.

I think this is an utterly pointless post which has been written because of being bored to death (literally), since I have deactivated my Facebook account.

I think...well, um ciaooo :P

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Science.

My head is spinning. Chemical formulas are what I'll be dreaming of tonight. :|

Anywaaaay, I feeel good today.

The rain makes me feel so goood. For a change, mind you. I hate rain otherwise. Its so dull, but I don't know why it is soothing me today.

So, this is to my happy moood, party rock is in the house tooonight! :P

Exams and more.

Exams start on the 10th. Doesn't it seem like it was only yesterday when we had given the March exams..and again they are here to haunt us?! Why? :|

Time flies. Ugh. I hate it.

I'm jealous of everyone who doesn't have to give exams. Even my maid. And my neighbor's dog. SOSOSOSO lucky that doggie is. Eats, sleeps and throws tantrums all day. Doesn't have to go to school for 6 hours and then come back home and study. (What days have come. Dogs have a better life than students. <|3 )

I am dreading the 10th. Don't let it come. Don't let it come. PLEAAAAASEEEE.

Can we just skip 10th to 22nd September and go directly to the 23rd?

I want go and ruthlessly murder the inventor of exams. Silly ass. :| G O D I E.

UGH I HATE EXAMS. MORE THAN A DRUG ADDICT HATES REHAB !

Half Empty?

I say it’s half empty; you call it half full,

I say push, you say pull.

You call me a pessimist but I argue saying I’m a realist.

I think you’re much of an optimist.

Two ends which will never meet- that’s what we are,

You say near, I say far.

There isn’t a thing, to which we ever agree,

I’m a caged bird and you’re free.

I see whatever there is, I look at the scene just like you,

But could never understand or see what you say you do.

We’re two different souls, struggling to fit into one personality,

You’re always so comfortable, and I’m always stuck with formalities.

Someday I hope your bubbles will burst,

But I’m afraid too much it’d hurt.

Still I hope you come on terms with the reality,

And leave behind all the foolishness, all the causality.

I want you to realize everything worthwhile deserves a fight,

And not all walks of life are bright.

You won’t always get what you want,

Sometimes, memories from your past will haunt.

But I don’t want you to give up hope or stop believing,

I don’t want to see you all the time grieving.

I want you to know that life might put you into troubles, however after that there will be smiles in plenty,

But at the same time, I don’t want you to forget that sometimes, the glass IS HALF EMPTY….

That little girl. :')

Not very long ago, there was this girl. The soul sister types? The one that is supposed to 'be there' for you? The one that will wipe your tears and all that shit? Yes, she qualified for that sort.

I could talk to her about pretty much anything. I could scream, sing, laugh as loudly but she wouldn't care. I could play the silliest games with her, but it'd never be awkward. There wasn't a time when we had to think about what we had to speak about next, we were so comfortable with each other, we would blabber whatever came to our minds. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me, full of life and full of dreams. She loved me.I loved her, and that was what was important. We were best friends forever, or so I thought.

As time passed, we grew up and grew apart, and that's what I hated the most. We never knew there would be a day when we'd cross by each other in school and won't even say hi..but it happened. It cut me like a knife and it hurt so bad. She probably doesn't even care now. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She was supposed to be there when I passed out of college, when I got a degree. She was supposed to be proud of me. She was supposed to be there when I got married. She was supposed to be my god forsaken bridesmaid. She was supposed to be there when I had kids. She was supposed to be their godmother. She was supposed to be there with the old-wrinkled me, laughing and remembering the good old days. All of this HAD to happen. There was no way it didn't. We planned it to be this way, but it didn't. It just didn't. She was gone with the wind, no proper goodbye. No take care. No see you later in life. No thanks for the good time. The end came...JUST LIKE THAT, JUST TOO SOON.

Now that I look back to all that has happened I realize my feet are cold. My throat dry and my eyes moist, and I picture the Girl who was once my best-friend was just the most familiar stranger I had ever known. She laughed, giggled, smiled, cried with her 'new friends'. People she told me she didn't even like. Is it supposed to be this way? No, it isn't. When you say 'friends forever', you have to stick by it."But that's disregard, you find another friend and then you discard"- The Fray. All i have are memories of her, which are going to get vague day by day, or so i hope. She won't ever know how I feel, so I just close my eyes and let her go..forever..and ever.

.....But no one can deny the fact that that little girl once knew me more than anyone else.

HEROOOOO !

1. Put your iPod (or other source of music) on shuffle mode.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

If someone says ‘Is this okay?’, you say?”

I stand alone- Godsmack.

“What would best describe your personality?”

Hope you dance- Roan Keating

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“What do you like in a guy/girl?”
21st Century breakdown.

WHAT THE HELL :|

“How do you feel today?”

Heartless- Kayne West

(:P)

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“What is your life’s purpose?”

Black and Yellow- Wiz Khalifa

“What is your motto?”
Addicted -Enrique

“What do your friends think of you?”

Dangerous- Akon ft. David

“What do you think of your parents?”

Be with you- Akon.

“What do you think about very often?”

What The Hell- Avril

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“What is 2+2?”

Baby can I hold you tonight- Roan Keating

“What do you think of your best friend?”

Basshunter- All I Ever Wanted

“What do you think of the person you like?”

Beautiful people- Chris Brown

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“What is your life story?”
Just can't get enough- Black Eyed Peas

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
The Time - Black Eyed Peas

“What do you think when you see the person you like?”

One Love- Blue

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“What do your parents think of you?”
I love the way you love me- Boyzone

“What will you dance to at your wedding?”

-Fire Burning- Sean Kingston

“What will they play at your funeral?”

Breathless -Shayne Ward

“What is your hobby/interest?”

All these things I hate about you- BFMV

“What is your biggest secret?”

-Ridin' Dirty - Chamillionare.

“What do you think of your friends?”

Living on a prayer- Bon Jovi.

“What should you post this as?”
Hero- Enrique.