A Bundle Of Contradictions

One, two, three, The verdict's out, And you are free, From the anticipation of anxiety;
But it's not what you'd hoped, And you're now left to cope - With a loss, Of the greatest magnitude;
At first, you see not the pitying stares, You hear not the words of comfort; You only feel, Absolute emptiness; 
After a while, The reality sinks in, You - who had the most radiant of smiles - Finally break down and cry;
You despair,  Over how miserably you've fared;  You blame the entire universe - For conspiring against you; 
Then your mind begins to feed, You with fierce, formidable fears, Of not being able to succeed, In the task you just miserably failed in; 
Then a while later, You realize, That time is a prize, A treasure not intended to be wasted, On wasted tears, Or irrational fears;
Slowly, you rise, Shakily at first, Then growing firmer, As you take the next steps;
Then, without looking back, You give your all - Hard work, passion and grit, To see that you finally get…

It's one of those evenings.
You are lying on your couch, utterly bored. You are staring at the patterns on the window made by the rain pouring outside. There's nothing else you can do right now, except stare. 
You have no will whatsoever to get up and reorganize your desk. You have no desire to even look at your phone and immerse yourself in the deliciously addictive cyber world. There is nothing you really want to do except lie on that couch of yours and start off with your favourite past-time: 
Thinking. 
You start off pondering over all the grand plans that you had formulated and think about how everything just ended up dramatically opposite to what you had imagined. You think about how crazy you used to be, so many years ago, and you think about how you have grown so much as a person. 
Then gradually, you start thinking about all the people you've encountered in your life. 
You think about your doting parents, how they mollycoddled you in your childhood. You think abou…

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…

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…

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…

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…