The confused teenager will be back as soon as she finishes applying foundation on 750422757 even more confused kids.
We all have that one eccentric relative who always says and does the strangest things. In your family, who’s that person, and what is it that earned him/her that reputation?
So, because I live in a nuclear family with uncles and aunties, cousin brother and sister all over the world and I barely get to see them I’d like to interpret this post and dedicate it to a very very dear friend of mine Anmol.
In class there are people who will distract me and get me to fail the rest of the school year. My best friends, my better halves, my chink chamelis.
One of them is Anmol. You know certain people when they open their mouth to speak pure music comes out, because they be so beautiful sounding? Anmol is like that. Except when she speaks its pure sass. So much so you’d like to bottle it up and use it in your next blog post.
And the fact is she is the most focused of us four. So in the time the other two and I would speak about unicorn poop as glitter she’d finish her work and be ready to give her inputs (which would be unanimously agreed to).
(Lets like throw the grammar books out of the window today okay)
Honestly, if you have something to like share you’d share it with Anmol. Not because she would be a shoulder to cry on but more because she’d like kick you and tell you to get your life back together.
And that’s why I love you Anmol. You may not be the eccentric one but you are the perfect one.
and you are unique. Just like your names says.
Sometimes I stay up till three in the night and have a multitude of thoughts in my mind. One of them very predominantly is, what I am going to do with my life. I’m in class 11th, I’m 16 years old. In a year will be writing the one thing that will most probably define, decide and describe what I am going to do with my life. It’s cold and I have psychology work to complete. (there that is all that is going on in my head)
My biggest worry now is whether I’ll be able to do without a hoodie for dinner and my responsibility is to drink my milk. I live a good life, have good friends, get to do what I like. I’m better off than most kids my age. I need to commit less hours to studies than certain kids. I don’t need to work. I’m a pampered kid. I could say a million things about my current scenario and to think of it my whole life has been a salad day filled with a few wilted greens.
I live the lucky life.
These are my salad days.
Of bright colors and bright lights,
When the streets come to life.
Every balcony a different color.
A different style, a different decor.
This is the festival of light, of fire crackers and good mithai.
Of happy people and pretty skies.
Dotted with fireworks of every kind.
In the end it isn’t a festival, it’s a state of mind.
(I’m in no ways a professional, these photos were taken from my phone camera. no hate please 🙂 )
*sneaks in slowly* you may remember me, you may not but hi!
So my exams got over, the net got fixed but what remained was the mind block. A sad serious amount of it, so much that I could write, but write what anyone could write. Nothing that I personally felt deserved a blog post. Nothing I felt was good. I’ve seen people post daily, even hourly but their writing seemed forced, that spark was missing.
And what has happened to me in these few days? (Let’s call it few please *puppy dog face*)
And soon, there may a serious change in my life (nope not romantic, though I wish (joke!)) and I’m planning to incorporate that in my blogging life, though let’s see how.
and if all goes well I’ll post some photo entries soon 🙂 say tuned!
Leaving you with picture to show how pretty the rock I live under is