Feelings.

We're all walking around with these glossy eyes. "I'm just tired" we say. But you know what? Its bullshit. Yes, we are tired, but its not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing. We're tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. We're tired of the loneliness that presses down on us even though we're surrounded by dozens of people. So why can't we just say it? Why are so afraid to look into each other's eyes and say "I'm unhappy, I'm broken. I'm hopeless and I'm fallible" ? We've been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if these feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. Well, I say screw all of that. Screw forced smiles and polite handshakes and I'm fine, thank you's. Screw the fear of crying in a public place, screw the fake chipper voice, screw the lies we spit to cover up our problems. We are human. We are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel openly. We are not mental - we are emotional and empathetic. We have a heart that beats and a brain that thinks. We're alive. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide the things that make us human, because if we do, then what's left to show?

i keep giving you 2nd, 3rd, and 4th chances.
and every time i said "this is the last one."
but you know what? i’m really done hurting.
i can’t cry myself to sleep one more night.
i told you that this was the last chance you
had and you blew it. so, this is goodbye forever.

The Awkward Moment.

Facebook has its phases. There was Kate's party. The lol jk pages. The Justin Bieber pages. The fearless bastard pages. Then the Dear so&so pages and lots more. Most recently we've seen too many Rebecca Black pages!
But these very intelligent hilarious pages are just forgotten after the craze for type of pages is over.
Here I pay a tribute to The Awkward Moment pages :
1. The awkward moment when Bruno Mars accidentally drops the grenade.
2. The awkward moment when Rebecca Black doesn't know which seat to take.
3. The awkward moment when you're the girl to Rebecca Black's right in the video & don't know what the fuck you're even doing there.
4. The awkward moment when Taylor Swift doesn't know the ending to Romeo & Juliet.
5. The awkward moment when Australia's flag says "Made in China".
6. The awkward moment when you've been talking on the phone for 5 minutes but realise the call dropped 4 minutes ago.
7. The awkward moment when you don't forward a chain mail & die.
8. The awkward moment when an atheist sneezes & you say 'god bless you!' :P
9. The awkward moment when someone says they weren't invited to Kate's Party !
10. The awkward moment when Katy Perry thinks she kissed a girl but it was really Justin Bieber.

Okay I have school now !
Bye<3

Its from Scream 4 (:

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Cleverbot has spoken.

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The most awesome thing at VHMUNC 2011 (:

I love the Press Team :D

P.S : Ashna if you ever read this, I'm very sorry about the first newsletter :(

You are the most diligent & talented writer I have :)

The most tangible of all visible mysteries - fire.

18th April 2011.

Exactly 9 years ago my house burnt down. Everything was gone. My pictures, clothes, books, and most importantly my 32 barbies. And my two doll houses.
Those were the most precious things back then.
I cried a lot. I was only a kid. I didn't fully grasp what had happened. & how something so terrible could even happen to me. But I cried. Because I guess that's what kids do. & everyone around me expected me to break down. So I did.
My aunt took me out then. Bought me 3 barbies that had just come out. That I had been nagging my mom to buy. But suddenly I didn't care about them. The 32 barbies were not as important as my half burnt birth certificate. & drenched photographs.
I guess that was the day I grew up.
Today. I was coming home from someplace. & about 3 blocks from my house there was a fire. Exactly 9 years ago, 6 houses caught fire. Mine was among the 6. These places were far away. The cause couldn't be related. But apparently it had some astrological significance. When I saw the fire today I thought I was gonna die. I got paranoid. Superstitious too, perhaps. But I was alone. & I was scared. No one was home 9 years ago. I was home today.
Then I accidentally watched the news on TV & found out that there was a fire in Rajdhani Express, yes the train. It got me even more scared. All these fires. The date. It was beyond creepy.




19th April 2011.

Well I'm still alive. && Nothing around me caught fire. Guess that's always a good thing :)

Man is the only creature that dares to light a fire and live with it. The reason? Because he alone has learned to put it out.
But sometimes you're just far too late to put it out. & everything you had is destroyed.
But you have to fight it out. Get over your loss, whether it is barbies or every memory you've ever had, stiffen that upper lip & move on with life :)
Because no one ever said that life would be fair. They just said that it would be worth it in the end :D

Love,
NJ (:

Because. Average is the new exceptional. :D

 

Because this is worth watching :) & Rihana & Lady Gaga videos that give me nightmares are not >.<

Courtesy - Mriya Mansingh<3

Story of my fucking life.

PROcrastinating.

This post is dedicated to Aishwarya :P
& Me ofcourse xD

Because Fiction Always Makes Things Better (=

Respect.

Vihan Jain.
Your new haircut, that is inspired by Noah Puck Puckerman, is AWESOME.
& yes the teachers hate it. & everyone in the world thinks you're retarded.
I, and a couple of other highly important & intelligent people, love it :D
Way to go :P

The reason why (=

People often ask me what my blog is about. Whether I write life stories or fiction or reviews or what?
I never have an answer for them.
I guess its because my blog if very much like me. Or like any other teenager.
We have thoughts & feelings & emotions & an opinion about EVERYTHING.
We're into music. We're into movies. We're into writing. & photography. & 10 thousand other things.
& my blog just shows all the things that I am & all the things that I do.

Well I'm not a brilliant writer. Though I score fairly well in my English exams at school. I do not use "flowery language" as Sammy puts it. I do not have a wide range of vocabulary & I don't use complex language. My blog is simple. The way I wish life could be.
So I don't have opinons about everything that is happening in the world. Hell, I don't even keep track. I do not have deep knowledge about any one field that I could possibly share with people up here.

Then you might wonder why I created a blog in first place.

Well I needed a place to rant. I could always express better when I wrote. & it is somehow easier if you can share what you have without other peoples opinions affecting what you feel.
Its also always easier to talk to strangers. [This might explain all the time I spend on Omegle :P]
They don't know you well enough to judge. & you don't have to be afraid of consequences.
Though most of the people who read my stuff are people I personally know. The very awesome people in my life :D [as I write this, Vihan has called me thrice to correct my grammar & spelling in previously published posts. Thanks Vee :P]
But the point is, I needed a space. To express myself. & here it is :)

& maybe this should have been my first blog post. explaining what it is about. But I'm sorry, I'm slightly slow :$

Thanks for reading (:
Much love,
xoxo

Because. I'm done caring about boys. :P & Dinosaurs are awesome. B)

Congratulations D. You win :|

Which seat can I takeeeee?

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Who ever thought that Friday had such deep meaning? XD

Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.  ~Judy Garland