A Bundle Of Contradictions

Okay, so the year is coming to an end and it's time for me (and everyone else) to come up with your typical "YAY IT'S 2016 AND THANK YOU 2015 FOR SUCH AN AWESOME TIME!" post. 
To be very frank, 2015 was a roller coaster ride. It started off on a serious note, hit a high, then sunk terribly low and finally it started rising. 
I don't think I want to fall down to that level of darkness, anymore. Even if I do, I want to be resilient enough to soar back again. 
Yet, no matter what happened, I won't deny that 2015 made me learn a hell lot of things, for which, I'll be forever grateful. 

So here goes nothing. 
LESSON NUMBER ONE: HARD WORK 
2015 taught me that hard work is one of the key factors to success. 
At the beginning of the year, I felt deluded. I kept thinking, "Oh, I'm so smart and so great. I think I'll ace at everything I do." 
Oh boy, was I in for a bad surprise. 
I missed the 90 per cent plus mark in my 12th grade board exams. I did not ge…

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…

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…

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…

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…