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Fearless

Hi everyone! 
How are you all? How was your Christmas? Did you all have too many cakes?  
My Christmas was uneventful, unfortunately. I was busy studying and I had a severe headache, to the point that I almost started imagining that I was going to die. 
I must admit, that was a bit over-the-top. 
Anyway, I was going through my writing folder on my computer and I stumbled across this poem - one of the three poems I'd written for my school magazine. 
And I don't think it got selected. :( 
So, here it is, unabridged. 
Hope you all like it! 
The room is devoid,
Of any soul but myself;
The window’s open,
But the sky is a dismal grey; 
My lips are quivering,
My fingers are shivering,
My heart’s maniacally,
Thudding against my ribcage;
My breathing is unsteadying,  As each minute passes;
Violent tornadoes of fear,
Are churning in my stomach;
‘You can’t do this,’ A nagging voice,
Lurking in a dark corner,
Of your brain, hisses;
‘You shall fail miserably and,
Be upset about it forever…

Disappointment

Something I wrote a long, long time ago. I hope you can relate to this, dear reader! 

Your dreams are,  Vivid like reality and  They are so, so far;  They race in your mind,  Instead of stopping,  They continue to rewind! 
You slog all night, You put up a good fight,  But there's no one to see,  To see you do your duty; 
You pay heed,  You put passion,  That burns brightly like fire,  Over the thing you so dearly desire; 
You're still dreaming,  Lost in your own little utopia,  Until a few words,  Transform it into a dystopia; 
You come to know,  That the thing you crave,  Won't be yours,  But of someone else; 
You feel as though,  It's all a gigantic lie;  You feel so, so,  Utterly destroyed; 
All the sweat you put in,  All the love you showered in,  All the passion you utilised in,  Was just a waste of time; 
Now, your dreams are,  Shattered like broken glass and,  Will always be so, so far;  They will always race in your mind, Always haunt you,  And won't stop &…

Who Is My Ideal Kind Of A Person?

So, the other day, I was just going through my English textbook and I was in desperate search of something that remotely resembled literature
You might ask, “Did you find anything that had the faintest trace of Shakespeare, Tennyson or Wordsworth?”
My answer: Heck, I didn’t even get anything that remotely resembled Chetan Bhagat.
You see, my textbook is a compilation of articles written on the Reader’s Digest or the Times Of India. As poems, it contains translation of Marathi poems which would have sounded much more interesting had they been left off in their native language.
This is the literature that we have. What a sad life.
However, despite of its flaws, the articles in my textbook are brimming with wisdom and some of the poems are really nice.
One such poem is “You May Be The Person I’m Looking For”.
What is this poem about?
This poem is basically a description of an idealistic kind of person – a person that the poet deeply admires.
And somehow, this poem got me thinking:
Who I…

Happy Birthday, Anu!

Today is a special occasion, everyone.

It's not every day that your oldest best friend turns seventeen.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my oldest best friend, Anushree Natraj, turned seventeen on 4th of November when the clock struck twelve!

I know that the previous line sounds quite dramatic, but such nautanki dialogue are allowed on such special days, nai?

***

Let's begin with a few stories, shall we?

It was nearly twelve years ago (yes! That long!) when I first met Anu.

I don't remember the exact date or the exact moment when we actually met because childhood memories are so distant and so blurry — you hardly remember anything at all.

It's kind of like being drunk, to be honest.

What I do remember about that hazy period was that Anu and I were new girls in our old school. And I do remember that we were in the same class (G Division!) and we had managed to become good friends (you know, the hi-bye-and-play-for-a-while kind, not the ones who exchanged friendship bracelets…

Nostalgia

I wrote this for my school magazine which has not been published so far. I hope this gets published in the magazine! :)  
Hope you all like it! xx 
It’s been many years,
Since I came here -
This lovely place,
That once was my childhood escape;
Bushes filled with roses,  Trees of maple lined in the perimeter,
Just to guard this heaven,
 From those who dared to destroy its peace;
I stroll along the sidewalk, Under the late afternoon sunlight,
Lost in my current worries,
When I hear –
A horde of children clad in uniforms,
Arrive from the floral entrance,
Chattering, laughing and jumping –
Not caring about the world;
I stop on my tracks,  And silently observe,
Some children,
Buy ice-creams from a local vendor;
I see some of them,  Rushing to the swings,
Climbing up the monkey bars,
Schoolbags tossed into a corner;
Some of them,  Pass by me,
Joking about school teachers,
And bursting into peals of laughter;
It’s been quite a while – Oh! Ages, actually! –
Since my lips have,
Curved into a…

Liebster Award

Hello there readers! So, now that I've gotten those exams out of the way, I have endless amount of free time. 
(Until November 7th, that is!) 
So, this post is about the Liebster Award, for which I got nominated by darling Eve who owns this amazing blog: http://penandkey.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/nominated-for-liebster-award.html
Here are my answers, Eve. They're a bit too long, I hope you aren't too bored! :(  
What would be the first thing you’d do if you won the lottery?
Let me be honest about this. I’m not the lottery kind of a person because I’m not someone who believes in “luck”. I happen to be someone who values hardwork and talent more than luck.
If I do win the lottery, then –
Well, it’s highly dependent on the money that I get from the lottery.
Let’s create a hypothetical situation, shall we? Let’s say I get like five million dollars as my grand prize, after the deductions of taxes. Out of the five million, I’d use seventy five thousand to ninety thousand dollars for m…

A Random Life Update (Something Which None Of You Might Be Interested In Knowing About)

My life is over. OVER, I tell you, OVER
Which is nothing new, since I have these dramatic meltdowns on a daily basis. 
My mid-terms are approaching fast and am I prepared? 
Judging from this and this, you pretty much know how studious and academically conscious I am, right? 
But these mid-terms are frightfully important as these help the students to prepare for the board exams in March. These exams also help you in studying seventy-five per-cent of the portion, so all you have to study in the end is for the twenty five per-cent. 
Moreover, I need to turn in a report on malnutrition in my country plus a comparison between two states day-after-tomorrow. 
Thankfully, I've prepared a rough draft, I just need to jot it down soon and turn it in! 
(These are some instances when I feel immensely proud of myself) 
Lastly, I had a fight with one of my best friends. Well, not really a "fight". It's more of a... cold war. 
So, what I did want to convey from this post is this:…

Finding Fanny Review

Finding Fanny, starring Naseeruddin Shah, Deepika Padukone, Dimple Kapadia, Arjun Kapoor and Pankaj Kapur, is a delightful, warm and sunny movie which (thankfully) doesn't have your typical Bollywood masala.

While most Bollywood movies are overdosed with drama and garishness, Finding Fanny is a rare gem which has been created with a tremendous amount of tenderness. It's a rare gem amongst the senseless potboilers that Bollywood has been producing since ages.

You might find most Bollywood flicks infested with the cheesiest jokes, physics-defying stunts and a bunch of highly unnecessary innuendos.

However, Finding Fanny is completely different.

Before we delve into the merits of this superbly well-crafted film, let's just get a few technicalities straightened out, shall I?

WHAT IS FINDING FANNY REALLY ABOUT? 

Once upon a time, there was a postmaster in a small Goan town (which you can't find in the map. So don't waste your time trying to search for it!). One fine night, wh…

Dignity

Guess I'm in the mood to write poetry. So here's another poem for you readers. Hope you like it! 
Head held high,  Lips curved into a little smile,
Dressed as she pleased,
She was the epitome of poise; 
People stared at her,
Some with pride,
Some with awe,
And some with jealousy; 
Yet, she was nonplussed,  Her eyes were set straight,  On the goal,
Which she desired to achieve; 
"Look at her!"  An envious wench hissed,  "She's nothing great, only fair,
Then why does she have her nose up in the air?" 
"What's with that strutting?"  Questioned another green-eyed monster,
"It's not as though,  She's some sort of celebrity!" 
She walked past them,
Not paying them heed,
Not bothering to invest her thoughts,  In abusing them; 
That's what is dignity,
Being set on what you deem is important,
Being set on not to think ill of others;  This is what you call dignity,  Being set on your goal,  Being set on emerging from the negativity; 
It'…

Underdog

~ free verse and based on a true story
Never have I,  Been the one,
To be bestowed,
With golden laurels; 
Never have I,
Been the one,
Cheered by the loud,
Enthusiastic and loving crowd; 
Never have I,
Been the one,
To display,
Deep-hidden talents; 
I have always been,
The enigmatic underdog;  Away from the sun,
Overlooked by everyone; 
Sometimes, I wished,
To have the attention,
That the victorious winners,
Receive with fanfare; 
Sometimes, I wished,
I get the trophies,
As a proof that,
I'm as good as the rest; 
Yet now, I'm rather glad,
I'm glad that I won life's challenges,
I'm glad that I didn't chase after laurels,
And compromised with my morals;

How I Study For Tests

This is basically what happens when I study for a test next day. 
Pen? Check.

Sharpened pencil? Check. 
Eraser? Check. 
Fresh notebook? Check. 
Text book? Check. 
Highlighter? Wait... I didn't get my highlighter, so I'd better get it now. 
I get up from the bed (which also happens to be my comfy study table) and jog to the living room. My mother is on the iPad and my grandmother's seated beside her, chattering about the greenery and beauty of her village. 
I stop midway, realizing that I haven't checked my Facebook notifications. Nor have I looked at my WhatsApp messages. 
I take my phone from the coffee table and tap on the green WhatsApp sign. Instantaneously, all the messages appear. Some random messages in some random groups which don't concern me... some messages from classmates reminding me about what I'm supposed to bring to class... some messages from besties about how cute my dp is... some messages from guy buds about guy stuff... 
I scroll down my con…