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"A Strongly Worded Letter"

This is a letter to all the people who are more or less interested in the zits popping on my oh-so-amazing face.

Dear Everyone Who's Obsessed With My Zits,

I don't mean to hurt anyone in any way but I don't like it when people suggest various creams, dermatologists for my face.

(In case anyone doesn't know, I have acne - but then again, I'm a teen! I'm supposed to be used to it!).

Once in every few days, someone comes up and says, "Oh dear, look at your face! All these zits... was it an allergic reaction or something? I know this fine XYZ doctor who will make your face clear again."

How I want to react when people tell me this:

How I do react when people tell me this:

Frankly, I fail to understand why people really care about my zits when they could, you know, focus on more vital stuff. Such as, all the malnourished kids in the hidden pockets of the world, terrorism - those issues need more attention.

It won't be the end of this world if another e…

What Do You Mean By Life?

A few words before I begin with the main subject:
I'm not here to preach about how one must live his or her life. People, I'm just as confused as you are. I just wanted to tell you about how I (try to) define 'life'. 
I hope you guys would love to share your inputs with me. 
What do I make of the word life? 
I think it's a very complicated mess.  
I think I can (somewhat) try to explain it by connecting it with a road map. 
(Well, everyone does say that life is a long road trip) 
When you're born, it's really simple. You're walking down a straight lane, a metaled road. There are no bumps and you know what you're heading for. 
Slowly, as you reach your teens, little bumps start forming on that supposedly metaled road. By the time you are sixteen or eighteen, the seemingly straight road is divided into a variety of other roads. You need some time to think what's the best suitable path for you. 
After choosing that path, you're walking. In…

The Secret Christmas Parties

I'm supposed to be studying for a test.

The competitive side within me is screaming out loud: Get your butt off that chair, right now! Or else you'll flunk! 
The procrastinating side is like, Pshhh! Whatever, as if anyone else's studying right now! 
The competitive side: STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
But here I am, listening to Tiffany Alvord's amazing cover of Wrecking Ball and blogging. I'm constantly licking my lips because they've dried up (curse you, winter). My grandmother's asleep in the other room and there's no one else in the house. 
As everyone knows it, Christmas is fast approaching. Every shop in the vicinity will be decorated, so will the houses. People will hang laurel wreaths outside their doors and bring Christmas trees. People will make cakes and gingerbread houses. Kids (like my seven-year-old cousin) will write letters to the nonexistent Santa Claus, begging him to bring new toy-cars and dolls. You'll hear annoying, though endeari…

The 300 Bucks Challenge

In my Economics textbook, money is defined as a medium of exchange.
Now, I’ve never been the richest of the lot. I’ve never been given a huge amount as pocket money. I only got good gifts because I did well enough in my exams. I got my phone, iPod and books because of a little bit of hard work, not because my parents had a strong urge to blow off their hard-earned money on no particular occasion.
Even though I’ve insisted on getting the best of things, now I realize that you don’t get anything unless you work hard or you’ve got insanely rich parents.
So for the past few days, I was wondering about money when an idea struck in my head.
How about – how about I stick to a budget for an entire month?
This thought came across my mind while I was travelling.
Finally, I came to a decision that I should survive on 300 buck for a month.
No, I mean three hundred rupees, not dollars.
Now, you’ll just scoff, because spending three hundred rupees in a day is one of my special talents. So, how am I …

Where Had I Vanished?

No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. 
Nor was I whisked off to Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. 
(I wish that would have happened!) 
I'm too busy trying to know myself and adjusting in a new school (here, they call it 'junior college'. But for your sake - and mine - I wish to call it school!). I'm learning new stuff and the environment in my new school sucks. Everyone is so bloody competitive and you gotta work your butt off if you wish to be "at the top!"
Unfortunately, since I'd been in the same school for ten years, it was difficult to adjust to the new surroundings. None of my old school's friends were there and more than half the kids came from different boards of education. 
It was tough to adjust to the new curriculum and new people. The kids were so starkly different from the ones I'd hung out with at school. They were like, super-smart and being in the presence of such... such brilliant kids made me feel insecure. 
It wasn't just that. 

An Analysis On How Much I Love The Harry Potter Series.

The Harry Potter series, written by J.K. Rowling is one of my favourite book series. In fact, it gets the first spot.
When people hear about Harry Potter, they often associate it with magic. Yes, it does involve a very good dosage of magic, but truth be told, it deals with a lot of other subjects too.
According to J.K. Rowling, the main theme of the whole series is ‘death’. Death is something which all of us are afraid of. In fact, when the word death flashes in your mind, you can hardly imagine what happens after. Death is natural. It is inevitable.
I can see how this series deals with death. It was very clever from Rowling’s part to show how Voldemort wanted to be invincible, to be immortal. It is something which many dictators and those of the diabolical, despicable kind desire – immortality. I like the concept of Horcruxes, the articles where one keeps a part of his soul to keep himself protected.
Also, I like how she described the effects of a person’s death on the loved ones. Wh…

Freaky Friday Review

Yeah, so I saw Freaky Friday starring Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis yesterday.
Don't give me such weird stares (Which I know you're giving once you read the first sentence). The movie was released when I was, what, a six-year-old kid.
So now, I begin with the review.  ~~~~

Snow White and the Huntsman Review

A year after its release, I saw the movie Snow White and the Huntsman. I was planning to watch it with one of my friends, however we couldn't move further with our plans. Yeah, you could say we had busy lives and of course, this movie wasn't the latest adaption of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson or the Hunger Games which we simply couldn't miss. So yeah, we let it go. Like they say, you can't have everything, can you? However, when it was on TV last night, I didn't skip it like last time. Because A] I was super bored and B] I figured that writing a review for this movie would be interesting enough.

As expected, story's based on the Grimm brothers' fairy tale, only spiced up with amazing visual effects, far more violent dwarfs and a (?) clearer background on the Evil queen and the Huntsman.  It starts off with the queen (Snow White's mother) gazing at a solitary rose blooming in the snow. While trying to pluck the flower, she pricks her finger and thr…

On The Brink

What happened to those days? Days of fun, days of joy, How did they really disappear? Will they ever reappear?
It’s like a car’s taking a nasty turn, It’s like we’re in for a scarring burn; Yet all of us are the ones, who are on the brink, It’s like if we jump off the cliff, We might sink, Deep into the ocean; Or even better, we might soar into the air, Floating towards the sun; We don’t know what’s scarier;
Some of us are forced upon, Some of us aren’t, We don’t know what is more oppressive; Confusion has coiled around us in a web; It’s like if we’re on the brink, It’s like we’re standing at the edge of a cliff, If we fall, we might sink, Into the deep, dark ocean…
This is a tenderer age, Far more delicate than childhood, Passions rise and fall, Just like the temperature; This is the stage of rebel, Or is it the stage to be restrained?
Some are controlled like canaries in a cage, Some are let out like wild crows oh-so-savage;  It’s maddening, You don’t know what to think You don’t know what to say,


Debutantes written by Cora Harrison is one of the best historical fiction books I’ve read. And trust me, I’ve read quite a few books from that genre. It’s dreamy, romantic, glamorous, mysterious and warm all at the same time! I really loved it! 
All right, I was attracted by the cover of this book first. Yeah, yeah, they say that never judge a book by its cover but the gorgeous shade of pink and the girl (It is Daisy, right?) looking at you with those delicate eyes and the summary at the back of the book – they attracted me a lot. 
Slightly reminiscent of Little Women and Pride and Prejudice , this book tells the story of four sisters, mainly focussing on sixteen-year-old Daisy Derrington. There’s Violet, the eldest sister, who wishes to have her coming-out ball and marry a rich ‘elder son’. Next are the twins, Poppy and Daisy. Poppy is a jazz enthusiast while Daisy wants to be a filmmaker. The last, but not the least, is Rose – an aspiring writer who I personally could connect with. 


I have written about maturity before.
However, that post was written about a year ago. My thoughts, emotions were different then. I was less sober, I talked without really processing the words that escaped from my mouth and I got hurt easily.  Now, as I reflect on the word 'maturity', I don't think it is acting like a grown up person. I think it's being an adult.  When you're at this stage where I am, you are neither a child nor a grown up. You are in between. Some people of my age go on acting like they are kids (like me, for instance) while there are others who start acting like they're stuck up and way too grown up. Last year, if you would've asked me whether one should have had a little childish streak, then I would've unhesitatingly answered yes. But now when you ask me the very same question, I'd say this:  Never lose touch with your childhood. As you grow, as you graduate to newer things, people and places, you can't simply act like a ki…

Poor Little Good Girl

She’s so nice, Her soul is devoid of any vice, She’s so kind, Has a crystal clear mind,
Poor little good girl, Is forced to live in a dreamworld, Where there are people with heart of gold, Where she’d meet a perfect best friend and a person, who’s going to be there forever,
Poor little good girl, She doesn’t realize that her world is swamped by many a queen bee, Who are oh-so-completely plastic? Who think that she’s somewhat spastic,
For not being able to talk like them, Replace talk with ‘blabber’, why don’t you?
Poor little god girl, She doesn’t realize guys no longer see, If her heart’s truly golden, They only look at how much makeup she’s slapped on her face Poor little good girl indeed
Poor little good girl, She doesn’t realize that swearing isn’t her style, So out of naivety she does that for a while, And regrets it all, later on, Poor little good girl, She is frustrated with the plastic dolls around her, Who only ‘pretend’ to be completely ‘delightful’? Deligh…

Dear Mom,

You knew you were in for a roller-coaster ride,
When I arrived by your side,
You knew you were going to face challenges,
Which were going to be much tougher than before,

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say 'I love you',
These three words aren't supposed to be said,
They're not to be fed
On a particular day called 'Mother's Day';

When I was little,
I would often fall down because I was oh so brittle,
You'd pick me up and say,
"Don't worry, baby. These scars will soon go away,"

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say, 'For you, I'll bring the greatest treasures,"
I'll be stupid if I say, 'I'll bestow you with the greatest pleasures,'
I'll be a nutcase if I say, 'I'll make you the happiest woman in the earth,'
I am, I assure you, the happiest child in this universe,
Because you're the woman who gave birth,
To me,

Dear mom, you're the one who bathed and nursed me,
Dear mom, you're the one…

The Croods

I went out with one of my oldest friends to watch The Croods today.  And to be very frank. Do not miss the chance of watching that movie.  So anyhow, I'll get on with the review.
The Croods is basically about a family in the prehistoric period surviving the odds. There's an overprotective father, Grug, who is scared of trying out new things, whose basic motto is like, 'always fear because fear keeps you alive'. There is his wife, Ugga, and her mother, the granny (the best character in the whole movie. Reminded me a lot of my granny). There are his three children, the spirited Eep, the bumbling Thunk and the violent little Sandy.  One fine night, Eep sneaks out of the family's cave when she sees 'sunlight'. As she follows the 'sunlight', she meets up with Guy, a nomad who survives not through physical strength, but through ideas that pop into his head. Guy tells her that the 'sunlight' is called fire and also tells her about his theory of th…

An Ordinary Vacation Day

In this post, I'm going to describe how I spend my day:I wake up at around seven fifteen. Then, I spend forty-five minutes thinking profoundly (read: thinking profoundly here means thinking about what to do today). finally get out of the bed and (rarely) fold my sheets neatly. Then, I take out my iPod and earphones, draw the curtains of the kitchen and dance for a while (dancing means running about, imagining that I'm singing in front of a large audience). 
Then grandmother comes and yells at me for listening to music with the volume up so loud. She then goes on lamenting that I'm a hopeless case and I'll suffer later on by working like a maid (My condition will be like a character from an soap opera, my grandfather adds).  My mom leaves for her office and gives me a lot of hugs and endearing words (the opposite of which I'll hear later in the evening. But I don't blame her. She really does get tired after working all day). 
After she leaves, I switch on the comp…