Showing posts from December, 2013

"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 …