August 31, 2014

Making Observations (Random Order)

- Social media is the bane of our existence (READ: The kids of the nineties).
- Do what you can, with what you have.
- Forming comparisons, opinions etc. isn't necessary.
- The WWW is a virtual space. Emphasis on the VIRTUAL.
- #Emo is out. Accept its yesteryear presence in your life, but you're not the same person so let go, honey...
- Sarcasm isn't for everyone.
- Critiquing doesn't make you a good observer, better writer or powerful thinker. Learning is far more beautiful. Focus on that core.
- It's okay to have wanted different things than your friends.
- Love happens in phases, pieces, etc. :-) Falling in love with one person, place or thing isn't possible, not emotionally, no. 
- Lapping up the sunshine on your face is a good feeling.
- I wish I still had my Walkman!
- Reading is good. On the internet, it's okay. But sometimes it opens up a can of worms that you just don't need. When, on the WWW. Books = LOVE.
- Less is more.
- Being financially stable is a good feeling.
- Sticking on to bits of you that were past and gone is okay; doesn't matter what you are told to do. I would still read a Nancy Drew mystery if I were given an old copy. Or buy one, for that matter.
- Be honest/straightforward with someone you're not romantically inclined to - anymore.
- It's okay to say no to someone who likes you but whom you're just not interested in.
- Better now, than later.
- Talk to your school friends.
- Write letters if it makes you happy.
- Life is too short, wasting time with someone you know you don't want to be with makes it shorter.
- Walk in the rain. (When it's drizzling, perhaps! Don't catch a cold.)
- Saying no doesn't make you a bad person. You just know what you don't need/want. C'est cool, homie.
- Take only what you need. And you know what you do!
- Be kind.
- Don't say something mean if you've got nothing good to say. 
- Just be, it's cool.
- Social media detoxes are cool. Delete accounts you definitely don't need anymore.
- Burn letters you won't ever read again.
- Give away books, magazines, etc. that you don't feel an attachment towards, anymore.
- Take chances that you want to take.
- Listen to everybody, but listen to your heart - too.
- No living being is the exact and immediate same.
- We are all made of stars!
- No one can stop us now. :-D

September 26, 2013

Chapter 8

Burning, like fire.
Rage, altogether hot and cold.
Disappointment, suffocating and stifling.
Hurt, painful like the edge of a sword.
Tears, bitter as a penny.
Regret, cold and thriving.
Happiness, distant and futile.
Hate, ever-present and all-consuming.
 

April 20, 2013

She never thinks before she writes.

I guess I can't write anymore. I'm not sure. You know how I used to before. Where words were incensed and had some meaning. It's like everything is garbage. Nothing makes sense. Is there a purpose for anything? Yes, perhaps. But perhaps not. What a weird being to be. Are we human? Really? Ah, I'm not making any real sense, am I? Um, I guess the whole point of this rant is absurd. Because I never knew anything. And I wonder if I ever will? The thought's one to contemplate, and sure as the hellions of hell, scary. I'm sad. I hope this isn't a depression. I'll always be this girl. Shy, weird, lonely, different. 

Her: You forgot moody. Moodddeeee. You're very weird, also.
Me: Perfect, thanks.

Facebook is Dumb

Everyone likes to say things. Say smart things. Be noticed. Recognised. Appreciated. Well, I think you're dumb. You're stupid. My writing sucks.

Goodnight bros.

April 18, 2013

Conversations with the Brain

Her: I'm a girl of many talents.
Me: Oh really. And what are you doing about it?

Her: Well, nothing mostly. But I'm happy. I'm blogging regularly too.
Me: Blogging? That's your big move after being a proper writer and editor?!

Her: Um. Yeah! Why?
Me: Tons of reasons.

Her: Don't be a killjoy. You know that I like my space and time, doing my own thing. Having nobody to report to.
Me: Yeah, but sometimes it's what you need. Besides, do you even have a source of income?

Her: Not really. But I'll get to that when it bothers me.
Me: You mean when you have no more money for your little shopping escapades? Sure. (Snickers)

Her: You're just being a mean dick.
Me: No. Realistic.

Her: Why are you like this? At least, my life is completely stress-free at the moment. I think I might actually be self-actualised, at this point.
Me: Keep dreaming. I'm not saying anything, do what you want.

Her: Okay.
Me: Okay.

July 14, 2012

OK

You're not okay. You're upset but you won't say why. You're hurt but you won't even cry. You felt this way before but you let it slide. You're waiting for something... Someone. A song. You can't ask for help. You're stuck in between time. You're here. But actually you were left behind. You ask the air around you a thousand questions. You never wait long enough. You're moving at the speed of light. You kissed your heart goodbye. You're cold inside. Cold out. You're alone and yet somehow, you think you don't even mind.


May 30, 2012

Happy Hormones



It's funny... whenever I'm travelling, I can think of a million different things but even as I've begun to write this post, I feel absolutely blank.

I've been observing the man at the Juhu signal for a while now. You know, the guy holding up the positive quotes on a board. It totally warms my heart. Whenever I've looked out of the rickshaw to catch a glimpse (when speeding by), he always sees me. And smiles! You just feel so good.

He's there every morning, holding up that placard tirelessly in the hot sun and you can't help but forget all that you (probably) were obsessing about in your head. Greater good.

It's important to stay happy and be in love with everything you do. That's what counts! Nothing else, y'all.

March 06, 2012

Makes Me Ill

Stupid fever, stupid cold
Go away, and die with the mold.
I hate your taste, I hate your face
You're so stupid, you make me grimace.

My appetite has gone
And my face is forlorn.
I can't work
I hate you, you mother-fucking jerk.

Rot in hell!
I won't be cursed under your spell.
Fuck you, fuck you
I think I'm gonna be sick (boo-hoo).