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Dear Bully

Dear Bully,

Hi there, buddy.

I bet you don't remember me. Even if you do, I think I might be in the untouched, untapped holes of your mind.

But I?

I remember you very well.

I remember the first time we met, back in fourth grade. At first, I thought you were nice but later?

As the days flew by, I realised that I wasn't even worthy of being your Holiness's "acquaintance". The way you hurled your cutting words at me, the way your nose curled in disgust when you saw me and the way you made sure that I ended up crying my eyes out made it clear that I was a horrible insect that deserved to be stomped out of your way.

All those days, I remember distinctly, I found myself wondering as to why you hated me. I remember, I was being myself and it wasn't like I was hurting you on purpose or anything.

Let me be honest with you, my dear bully. I was hurt. Beyond hurt.

I won't go ahead and say that I was the bubbliest and the most cherubic child. But I won't deny th…

These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things...

Here I am, staring at the computer screen, completely run out of ideas.

That's what happens to you when you end up giving three solo PowerPoint presentations, a four-hour long midterm exam and a ton of other extracurricular activities. 
Might I add, you've done none of these activities to the best of your abilities and you've only done it for the sake of passing. 
Anyhow. 
So, as I have no grand ideas to amuse you, allow me to tell you about my majestically amazing self in a list of 25 points (Because hey, it's close to Christmas). 
Here goes nothing: 
A List Of My Favourite Things/Situations/People
1. As strange as it may sound, I love the smell of wood-smoke. I don't know why, but it really seems so crisp and invokes really nostalgic memories. 
2. It may seem really contrary to my overall character, but I really enjoy singing. I know I have a very high-pitched (sometimes really a virile mixture of nasal and shrill when I'm angry) voice. Yet, I enjoy singing m…

Something Which Every Person (Be It A Flabby Balloon Or Be It A Scrawny Scarecrow) Ought to Read

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I have a question for you, darling reader: what's the worst thing in this world?

Nope. It's not corrupt government officials. It's not riots or wars or any other forms of violence. It's definitely not malnourished children barely scraping by in third world countries. 
Turns out, the worst thing in this world is - gasp! - gaining weight. 
Nope. I'm not kidding. 
Gaining weight is not good, according to the societal norms. Once you gain weight, you look like you've been having food that you actually like, you look like your health is stable and it seems like you're actually comfortable in your (horrendously flabby!) skin. 
And, my dears, we don't want that, do we? 
We live in a world where stick-thin people - who refuse to eat food which they are lucky they can have - are idolized. We live in a world where people who are healthy are considered as some sort of hideous balls who don't deserve to be within our presence. 
So, as a concerned blogger, I wo…

What Are You, Really?

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Have you ever thought about what type of personality you've ever had? Have you ever clicked on online lists 'see if you're a somber introvert or a wild extrovert'? Most importantly, have you ever felt confused when you saw those lists and discovered that you related to both the aspects? 
Since a very long time, I've been struggling to define what I really am. Some people say I'm very talkative, while the others say that I'm rather quiet. Sometimes, I feel like chatting nineteen to the dozens and there are times when I feel like I'm best left alone. 
Strange, isn't it? 
Thus, the other day, I got an idea, why don't I ask people their definitions of what it means to be an introvert/extrovert? 
So, I ended up asking a couple of people. Then, I decided I'll categorize their answers, list them down here and try to come to my own conclusions about it. So here, I've compiled a segregated list of all the types I've discovered so far. I hope…

On Watching The Tale As Old As Time.

Date: 24th October, 2015

Time: Around 8 in the Night

Place: NCSI @ Dome

It is not everyday that you get the chance to watch one of your favourite Disney movies as a live-action musical.

Yes, dear reader, I got to watch Disney's Beauty And The Beast The Musical at NCSI @ Dome in Mumbai! And you know what? This is the first time ever that a musical on a scale as grand as that of Broadway has taken place in India!

Naturally, being the colossal Disney fan that I am, to say that I was giddy with excitement would be the understatement of the century.

Outwardly, I seemed (somewhat) calm, because:

a) I was with my uncle, aunt and nine-year-old cousin because I'm supposedly an influence on my cousin. One stupid move, she'd ape it and my uncle and aunt would be very disappointed in me.

In case you're a regular reader of my blog, you do realise how much I care about not disappointing my family, right?

b) There were fancy people about, dressed in uncomfortably tight clothes, face…

On Blogging And The Mad, Mad Blogosphere

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In case you're a regular stalker of my oh-so-majestic blog, I'm pretty sure you would know the real reason why I actually started blogging. 
In case you're just an innocent internet user who accidentally stumbled across this blog, let me tell you why I plunged into the sphere of blogging. 
I was a twelve-year-old girl, with the body of a seven-year-old and I had, very recently, been bitten by the writing bug. I'd just finished writing my first novel (which was the stupidest, silliest story ever yet I'm really proud of it) and I just wanted to write more and more and more. 
Then, one fine day, I came to know about the concept of 'blogs' because of my cousin. 
My cousin's really ancient (okay, about thirteen years older than I am) and the number of times we've conversed can be counted in fingers. By the time I'd be old enough to get married, he'd be old enough to have white hair and probably end up having a piteously poor eyesight. 
Anyways, …

On Meandering 'Round The Fort Side

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Dear reader, do you ever get this feeling one day: Okay! I want to be alone, for a change?

You know, it's like this sudden Eureka moment and you feel like this sudden urge to just stop being around people. You feel like, damn! I want to be alone! I want to spend some time with myself!
I felt like that too, during the past week.

Since the past week, I've been rushing to my German class, struggling with my college magazine work (struggling would be a really exaggerating word) and getting overly paranoid about the fact that I am not getting enough chances to spend time with my best friends. I've been plagued by stupid thoughts: Oh, everyone's being so constructive and busy and here I am, so lazy! My friends are busy and I have a feeling they've forgotten about me.

No really.

It's been such a torture to tell my stupid brain to shut up with its batty-old-cat-lady thoughts.

So Friday morning, when I woke up, I thought: okay, I'm going to stop moping around. I k…

The Last Day Of Exams

It is late in the night. You’re pacing across the room, anxiously biting your nails and desperately trying to grasp information from your books that you hadn’t touched since the day they had been freshly bought.
As you scan your textbooks and highlight every single thing (yes, including the full-stop), you feel dizzy. You feel like somebody has lifted your chin up, parted your lips and is force-feeding you until you are overstuffed and ready to throw up.
Then finally, as the clock strikes three (the time which a lot of horror movies state is the perfect time for all the ghosts and all things spooky to arrive), you slam your book shut and yawn. 
You walk to your bathroom and see your reflection – you look exactly like all the ghosts that our beloved horror movies talk about. Your hair’s messed up and filled with dirt, your eyes are droopy and laced with dark-circles and your entire body is aching, as if you have been waging a really taxing war. 
Then again, final exams are wars. You h…

The Fine, Big-Fat Line Between Maturity And Losing Your Identity

Statutory Warning Before I Commence With This Post:

This post is purely about my rambles. It might be confusing and a hell lot weird. But I hope you are able to make sense out of it. If you aren't, feel free to comment! :) 

Do I feel like a hypocrite right now to give you all gyaan/vishesh tippani/messy rant about maturity, yet again? 
Yes, yes I do. 
Because let's face it. In a lot of ways, I happen to be a highly immature individual. 
Let's enumerate, shall we?  I am immature because I end up blurting a lot of stupid things in front of a lot of people. It's true! I have no FILTER between my idiotic mouth and my stupid brain.
I am immature because I tend to nag people like banshees when they don't reply to my messages or don't respond to what I have to say.

(I do have a justified reason for that: I'm a busy human being too. Me messaging you isn't because I'm totally free in life. It's because I'm interested to talk to you. It's because I ta…