The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

We fight back tears sometimes. Or try to fight back tears. It doesn't make sense,these tears and stuff. Why can't they come out at our command rather than flowing out by itself without no one to hold it back. It is a cruel trick of the nature. At times,they are uninvited,at times they are hoped,at times they help us relax but still... Sleeping beside her, I stared at her watering eyes. It was happy tears. She kept on repeating the story and yelling out squeals of happiness at times. Usually, I just told her to stop but today I didn't feel like it. I didn't want to steal that 2 hours of extreme happiness from her. She just looked so graceful saying that story. If we don't have someone to share our happiness with, it leads to nothing. A moment is lost like that, with ignorance. I was keen not to shout at her as she kept on repeating how happy she was because I wanted her to enjoy the freedom and liveliness she sacrificed for us. This is the least I could do. It w

 Lining up for the assembly is the most dreaded thing on school days as we are sleep-deprived and also have an instinct that we are going to stand like this for one hour. Dragging our legs on the floor while the teachers command through the mike to move in silence. After standing in line, we have wait for five minutes to let the other block heads to position themselves. Hopping from one leg to another to ease the pain, some are leaning against the pillars while the energetic ones are chatting their ears off. Suddenly,there was a hushed silence which was followed by couple of giggles. I wanted to see what was drawing a lot of attention when I saw a glimpse of a girl walking down the steps to the lower podium. She was in casual dress which surely indicated it was her birthday. We all wear the same uniform but birthday students are allowed to wear anything they want ,except indecent,tight dresses.( which means we have to come in the costume we sleep). The strange fact about her appeara

   This entry is dedicated to my sister and my going – to -be  brother- in -law. Welcome to our family. When my sister told me their story , I truly felt it was so romantic and wished I would have a love story like theirs ( hope my father does not see this.) . I wish to tell you what happened when they came for the girl meeting ceremony. It was a simple function , no lunch or dinner was arranged , just a normal meeting . It was totally nerve-wrecking day for both my mother and father . Me and my brother was a little tensed at meeting them , but was not so nervous as we had already seen them in photos (via Facebook) . My mom was sweating even though the AC was on , and my dad was pacing around the room with little beads of sweat on his forehead . My mom was continuously asking my sister about is he good-looking ? is he hot- tempered? will he like us ? what if is photo is fake and he is bad – looking ? I was almost about to laugh at my mom’s stupid questions. When she saw this , she s

Life we can never run away from the real us i always used to think i am a jolly type of a person and always remain happy . i kept believing in this concept because my friends used to say this too. but i am not here to blame my friends , but to share that incident when i found that real me . it was Christmas  and our family went on a little jolly trip to Mysore . all of my mom’s family have been living there and they invited us . first , we(me, my brother and sister) were a little shy to mingle with them but by the end of the day we became great friends . next day , we had a new visitor who happened to be the sister of the women(my mom’s second cousin) who invited us. she was a beautiful lady of my mother’s age with a clean bob and a fabulous fashion. i was friends with her daughter who was staying with her grandma and was not so suprised to hear that the lady was her mother because she herself was a pretty girl. she was just 1 year younger than me . the lady i saw was a joll

Life for me , the word ‘ blog ‘ was just a program in the internet that people used . i always used to fancy the internet and the the different options they provided , but apart from that i had no attachment to internet . i don’t remember correctly when but it was my sister who told me about Facebook which was created by Mark Zuckerberg . it was really interesting  for me and my brother , i guess we were just 11 and  my sister told me that there was an age limit so that only she could create one ( would we agree with her ? NEVER   . we told her that if we could not create one then no one should create …tit for tat . at last the decision was made after a long struggle of hair pulling , pinching and several other crazy stuff . we were afraid to ask our parents about this and decided we would somehow find a way to create one without the knowledge of our parents. the first person to volunteer up was my sister . we we took Google and searched Facebook  and selected a option which app

Life prove that you are a women by sharing your tough times PAST:               even though i am 14 my parents say i sound like an adult  , we can take this as a compliment or as a fault . i can’t take criticism  which makes me a very short – tempered girl and of course i hate that but i just cant control that. i shout at people because i can’t accept my faults  and later i just feel bad for myself. sometimes i think maybe i should stop acting like a baby but i just cant . then my bad side told me an option , why cant people control themselves from finding others faults ? of course they cant then why should i .people who dont even know me judge me by my appearance , then why should i control myself ( i always find these stupid thinking to calm myself :p) . okay, i agree . i am not a beauty queen or anything but i too surely has feelings . i always worry about my weight and my face . i am not so confident going to parties . and most of all when you have a perfect sister and b

Life MADE FOR EACH OTHER… If someone asked us ‘who have always been there for you ?’ , most people speak about how their parents have encouraged them without letting them know any difficulties that they are facing , and how their teachers have moulded them into great personalities and how their friends and relatives have supported them. But when I think of this question, I can only think of one name and one name only , My brother. I guess even he will be surprised in this reply because even he will be wondering how he has always been there for me . I would not say that he has helped me directly but I am sure he has helped me indirectly.. Actually , I don’t know where to start so that you guys would understand what I am trying to say. Okay let me begin from here…. Once upon a time , there was a lonely princess.. he he   , I am just kidding with you .. When I was small, I was very weak in studies. My brother always gets Ice-creams and I used to get eggs(figuratively) .My mom

LIFE Life is something so delicate and soft.If you struggle so much,it might stumble.There are times when I disgust it,times when I feel there is nothing to hold on,times when I love each second of it and times when I feel excitement.It isn’t a one-deal package ,its more than that.I’ve heard people mentioning ‘simply sitting’ is very boring.But I object that.I think it is the most brilliant feeling (I haven’t gone mad).Actually,I find it very impressive.’An idle mind is a devil’s workshop’ ,I don’t object to that but when you are 14 years old ‘an idle mind’ is almost impossible’ (Trust me,I know).I find loneliness as a mere act of enjoyment,not all are able to understand it,its only applicable for some and I am proud to be one.Left alone with our thoughts,its a completely different feeling from others.Apart from getting time to think,it allows me to do something,something which I have not yet found out… One thing that I have a great interest in finding out is ‘The Best Feeling’

    Love  stories are always beautiful and brings out a Christmas feeling in our hearts. When I was small , I hated love stories thinking it was so unreal . But now I feel that love is magic. Okay , I took  a lot of time to write those things and it surely was not coming from my heart (that was my philosopher part acting up..) . Even now , I think love is dumb and the only reason I said that love is magic is because my sister said so. Really , the way she says it is so beautiful , that we would almost believe it . (almost..) There are 3 kinds of love in my opinion :- 1. Love at first sight 2 . friends-become-lovers 3 . marriage love You must be thinking that I am conducting a study on love. Nope , its because I watch a lot of Korean serials ( I still cant thank you enough for introducing it to me .. S ) Anyway , I always preferred the marriage love  ( and I don’t know whether my preferences will change or not ) . But what amazes me the most is that my sister has gone thr