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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.

anmol and me

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.

because urban dictionary is the tumblr thing to do right now. ( i swear im such a useless teenager)


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.

Forever confused,


Cousin It


Salad Days

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.

Forever confused,


Salad Days

Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! (Writing 101)

Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! (Writing 101)

IMG_20140321_204701 (1) Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.

When you live in India, You live with its multiple religions, communities and food choices. Who so ever regards Indian food to be spicy curry and roti just remember you’ve eaten about 0.000…01. Honestly I’ve been to restaurants which serve Italian, Chinese, North Indian, Gujarati, South India, Punjabi (yes that’s a different genre of food altogether) under the same roof. To term it as Indian is an understatement.

Now why did go onto a completely different angle than what we wanted? Because well I’m confused. I sat thinking and wondering the eff did I like 4 years ago and honestly personally my special day food is…. FAST FOOD!! If I remember correctly we went out for special occasions and honestly my under developed taste buds had a certain affinity only for pizza and pasta. And why was that so? Cause we couldn’t cook pizza and pasta at home. And then you have cheese, on soft soft bread or pasta and a nice fizzy drink which was rare.


There were times where we ate Chinese too (or what we Indians call Chinese food) which included fried rice, Manchurian and Hakka noodles! Amazingly my taste buds survived on it.

But If I were to chose between the two id chose Italian, Chinese was a bit too idk spicy for me. Pizza was and is love and I remember having a strong affinity for penne in white sauce and later discovering lasagna and ravioli, beautiful pockets of cheese (gets hungry)

What was your favorite meal as a kid?

Forever confused,


(Also, The abbreviations were put because I wanted to show realistically how I write!)

Ready, Set, Done (daily prompt)

Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

You walk past, I see,

A lot of memories come back to me..

Of rolling in the grass, swinging in the trees,

Of making piles of leaves that blew with wind.

And then it hits me, again and again,

Why can’t we be children again.

Young and free, no worry or care,

Life being just a simple dare.

Why can’t we just sway with the breeze,

No exams, no stress, just the trees and us.

Pigeons to feed, chips to eat,

And the general happy trend.

Why can’t we be everything at once,

Or what we want to be all our life.

Young and free with no care and worry,

Just the sunny sun and little bunnies.


Day 1 Unlock the Mind (writing 101 post)

Day 1 Unlock the Mind (writing 101 post)

So.. I registered myself for the writing 101 challenge with the hope of becoming a better writer. Today’s prompt was

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.

Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to handwrite for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button.

And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

So I timed myself with my phone, and here goes…


Exams… why can’t we just blast this thing of the planet and dance around while smithereens slowly fall back to Earth. Why is it that two of the most important exams in our life have to coincide with the two most rebellious years of our lifes, really cbse if you thought the boards would help us in our “formative” teenage years you’ve been mistaken. Way way way mistaken.

(18 minutes to go –wait that’s it)

And then chocolate ads… you have –pretty little women biting into it thus tempting me into biting into a bar and the end result, a nice pimple marked face with some flab thrown into the mix and the chick in the ad was so effing pretty.

Book writers and movie makers… why you take so much time releasing a sequel to a good book? Do you know my heart slowly breaks while I wait?

Online shopping sites, where am I gonna wear a LBD with yellow heels anda pink purse in the near future, why you tempting me with it for the all low price of 3099 really, I’ll just sit in the pile of past t-shirts. I’m fine thank you.

(Just 7 minutes down, excellent)

Mosquitoes, oh I could write poetry about you and your beauty. That shitty noise you make just makes me want to hunt down a atom bomb and blast you, exams and reposts from 9gag of the surface of the Earth.

Youtubers.. Why is it that when I’m free not a single new video is posted and when I have a commitment to fulfill you have a ton of videos to be watched? Why…

The Oscars… why you no Leo Dicaprio a Oscar? You want titanic? I’ll give you titanic give Leo a Oscar.


(Nine minutes twenty seconds to go.. oh wait this post requires pictures)

(Photos done now move this post to wordpress, but first a spell check)

(spell check done… moving post to wordpress, 5 minutes to go)

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i had fun writing this!

forever confused,




day 1- Who Am I ? and Why Am I Here? (blogging 101 assignment)

I have no idea what I was thinking then, but I decided to sign up for the Blogging 101 and the Writing 101 assignments over at daily post. Hopefully, I learn something and in turn, become a better writer.

The prompt for the blogging 101 assignment today was…

Write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post.

(I’ve done very similar posts quite often, but heck I’ve signed up for a post and I will do it again)

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At a certain point in my life I felt underused. I was living in the mundane way where all I did was mostly eating, sleeping and studying. Something I had quite enjoyed was creative writing, and honestly even that took a backseat, to only fill my language notebook.

So I turned to blogging something I had tried once but soon deserted. You could hear about it here if you wish, and life has gone with certain events changing my view of the blog. You could read about it here.

Blogging makes me happy; it’s made me new friends. I’m a happy person 🙂

Forever confused,


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Curve Balls (daily prompt challenge)

When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?

So couple of days ago I had quick errand to run at 10 in the night. Delhi is famously known to not be safe for girls and honestly I actually could understand why.

It was 10 in the night,

No street light .

And I found myself alone in the streets,

With strange men walking, talking and laughing.

Fear was second nature to me,

All I could see was darkness.

No car in sight,

And yet I walked in the street.

Notebook in hand,

Something’s had to be experienced first hand.

And so I reached my destination,

And readied myself for the return journey.

I told myself I was brave, that it could be done,

I had walked on those so many times before.

And so I thought, on the walk back,

Were women really that weak.

Streets in the night, With no street light,

Why were they unconquered territory?

Women are brave, smart and strong,

This seemed like Latin to me.