A Bundle Of Contradictions

“It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that misunderstandings are sure to make a grand mess out of things.” - From the ultimate classic novel on misunderstandings, Pride and Prejudice You know what’s the root cause of the most destructive wars and disputes?

Misunderstandings.

You know, the time when you say X and the other person interprets it as Y and then they botch things up until everything is broken beyond repair.
The saddest part is, there is no way of knowing that misunderstandings are about to happen. There are no formulas, no reconciliation statements, nothing.
There’s no way you get an alert on your phone or mail, saying, “MISSION ABORT! MISSION ABORT! THIS PERSON THINKS YOU ARE CONVEYING EVERYTHING IN THE WRONG WAY!”
Misunderstandings, to put it simply, are like rising volcanoes. There’s no process, no system. Boom! They just happen.
And you know what the worst part is?
You really cannot control how the other person chooses to interpret your actions. You really have no w…

Today's one of those days, When you've forgotten everything, That you'd memorized all night long,
You're worried that everything would go wrong; 
Today's one of those days,
When you'd rather stay in a cage,
With a poisonous, ominous snake,  Than stand in front of dozens on a stage;
Around you, are people lounging about,
As cool as cucumbers,
And here you are - Crippled with fear, struggling to remember; 
A shaky breath you take,
Pursue your lips, toss you hair,
Trying so hard to fake,
That you're an undaunted winner;
But all that false bravado falls,
When you see the first contender,
Enters the podium,
Clears his throat and stands tall; 
And then anxiety slithers in back,
Like a poisonous python,
Wrapping around you,
Making your insides go slack;
You see the first contender talk,
With flamboyant gestures, incredible voice modulation;
Seeing the audience,
It's sure he's won the adulation; 
And then, here you are,
Still trying to calm down,
Your thoughts running like a…

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…

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…

So, M from the amazing blog, The Life Of Little Me, nominated me for TMI (Too Much Information). Thank you so much, M! Guys, do check out her blog because it's one of the coolest blogs ever! :) So here, you're supposed to answer some questions and then nominate a set of bloggers for the same! :D 1. What are you wearing?

Right now, I’m wearing a loose green T-shirt and striped, pale-blue capris.

2. Have you ever been in love?

As much as I’d love to tell you a passionate, tragic (not to mention completely unrealistic) out-of-the-way Mills & Boons story, I actually have never fallen in love. I’ve had crushes, yes. But that’s about it.

3. Have you ever had a terrible break up?

I haven’t fallen in love, dude. How can one expect me to have a terrible break up? :p

4.  How tall are you?

I guess five feet five but I’m keeping my hopes up.

5. How much do you weigh?

50 kilograms – I think it’s really okay for my height. Had I been 40 kgs, then I WOULD HAVE been worried.

6. Any tattoos?

If yo…

Me: Hey there! How are you?
XYZ: doin gr8 thnx
Me: That's a really cute profile picture!!
XYZ: K

XYZ: heyyyy
Me: I'm really under the weather, right now. I can't sleep and I'm sneezing way too much.
XYZ: K

Me:HOW COULD I FAIL IN THE TEST?? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE FREAKING REIGNING QUEEN OF THAT SUBJECT! I FEEL SO FURIOUS!!
XYZ: K.


I'm not someone who uses an excessive amount of SMS language. Sure, I use some words like LOL, GTG, BRB and ROFL, but most of the time, my writing style in SMSes is exactly like the way I write in an English paper.


I'm the Grammar Nazi that your parents probably warned you about. But don't worry, I would do nothing to you unless you use 'K' instead of OK. 
K - the most detestable word in the modern-day SMS language.

To all those people who do not know - 'K' is an abridged version of okay and it's the rudest word (or letter, whatever) in existence.

I could write an entire thesis on how much I hate it…

I'm dividing this letter into different parts, so that neither of us would get muddled up. 
About Your Physical Appearance: 
I know what you're going through.

You are terribly upset about the fact that you're not as tall as kids your age. Your friends are taller than you, your cousins - who are close to your age! - are taller and healthier than you. You feel really diminutive in front of everyone. You get really sad when people exclaim, "You are in eighth grade! I thought you were about nine years old!" 
Especially that lady living nearby your house, who's about as tall as a ten-year-old kid and as round as a football. 
It's completely fine. I assure you, you're going to grow as as tall as Mom. And all those people are going to be shorter than you! They'll be the ones who'll marvel at your height. 
You are really scared about "growing up". You're scared that you won't be able to play with the kids downstairs anymore. You feel…

You knew you were in for a roller-coaster ride,
When I arrived by your side,
You knew you were going to face challenges,
Which were going to be much tougher than before,

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say 'I love you',
These three words aren't supposed to be said,
They're not to be fed
On a particular day called 'Mother's Day';

When I was little,
I would often fall down because I was oh so brittle,
You'd pick me up and say,
"Don't worry, baby. These scars will soon go away,"

Dear mom, I'll be stupid if I say, 'For you, I'll bring the greatest treasures,"
I'll be stupid if I say, 'I'll bestow you with the greatest pleasures,'
I'll be a nutcase if I say, 'I'll make you the happiest woman in the earth,'
I am, I assure you, the happiest child in this universe,
Because you're the woman who gave birth,
To me,

Dear mom, you're the one who bathed and nursed me,
Dear mom, you're the one…

I went out with one of my oldest friends to watch The Croods today.  And to be very frank. Do not miss the chance of watching that movie.  So anyhow, I'll get on with the review.
The Croods is basically about a family in the prehistoric period surviving the odds. There's an overprotective father, Grug, who is scared of trying out new things, whose basic motto is like, 'always fear because fear keeps you alive'. There is his wife, Ugga, and her mother, the granny (the best character in the whole movie. Reminded me a lot of my granny). There are his three children, the spirited Eep, the bumbling Thunk and the violent little Sandy.  One fine night, Eep sneaks out of the family's cave when she sees 'sunlight'. As she follows the 'sunlight', she meets up with Guy, a nomad who survives not through physical strength, but through ideas that pop into his head. Guy tells her that the 'sunlight' is called fire and also tells her about his theory of th…

In this post, I'm going to describe how I spend my day:I wake up at around seven fifteen. Then, I spend forty-five minutes thinking profoundly (read: thinking profoundly here means thinking about what to do today). finally get out of the bed and (rarely) fold my sheets neatly. Then, I take out my iPod and earphones, draw the curtains of the kitchen and dance for a while (dancing means running about, imagining that I'm singing in front of a large audience). 
Then grandmother comes and yells at me for listening to music with the volume up so loud. She then goes on lamenting that I'm a hopeless case and I'll suffer later on by working like a maid (My condition will be like a character from an soap opera, my grandfather adds).  My mom leaves for her office and gives me a lot of hugs and endearing words (the opposite of which I'll hear later in the evening. But I don't blame her. She really does get tired after working all day). 
After she leaves, I switch on the comp…

I had a farewell in school in tenth grade. I wrote a poem as my speech. Unfortunately, I wasn't called.  Here it is. Hope you like it:


My words might not be emotional,
Nor will they be delusional,
My words are the ones that I want to speak,
From the very depths of my heart;

Ten years ago, I joined this place called school,
I knew no one, I knew nothing,
I was scared that I might be called a complete fool,
I was scared that I might not fit in;

But something miraculous happened,
I made many friends, who were with me when I felt down,
And there were many teachers,
Who were as good as my own parents;

We had loads and loads of fun,
Most times we played hard,
And when exams were approaching, we studied harder
We had taken part in many school events,
Some were successful, while the others weren’t;

When the school started on twenty-sixth of March last year,
I never thought that the fear,
Of leaving this school would come,
I only thought that it was just another year,
With loads of fun, meeting…

Everyone says that - act a bit more mature.
But do I want to be mature?
I do not think so.
Acting like you're someone dignified, someone big - that is not my cup of tea. I think I'd prefer to be a bit more childish. Acting like a child makes you think more brightly towards sober aspects of life - you know, you it makes you a lot more optimistic and confident. Most adults say that they like playing kids. But I say that I like playing WITH kids. I don't know why people often open their mouth so wide to let even an elephant in, whenever they see someone act sophisticated. Even I am awed by such people but I don't think I will ever be like them. Nah, it's not a loser's spirit. It's just that I like being a kid. I don't want to act like I am an old granny who has her chin lifted up as though she smelt dung. Really. I am enjoying my childhood. I love being a kid. I don't want to BE mature. Not one bit.
Okay... don't go around thinking that I hate …