We're Opening Yet Another New Jar...

I really wanted to come up on stage and speak today, but I really didn't want to. Yes, I see how that can be confusing. You see, on the first day of college when we were called up on stage to introduce ourselves, I admitted to being a psychopath... not really the best thing to say when you're in a new place trying to make new friends.
Anyway, I was scared of confessing my undying love for most of the girls in our class and I didn't want them to fight over me... Yes Kalna, Ravisha... I'm talking about you. I think we should notify Oxford Dictionary that "most" now signifies "two"... Brilliant.

Anyway, I want to use this platform as a way of expression(duh).

These three years have been extremely rough and torturous; despite that, I have some lovely memories and friends that I'll carry with me wherever I go... Yes, I am going to kidnap my friends and carry them around in my trunk... I warned everyone of being a psychopath on the first day; if you still chose to stick around, that's pretty much your fault.

Enough of horsing around I guess. Pull out your tissues... It's been a tough three years. There were times when I wished I wasn't born and so did others, I'm sure. Despite all of these hardships and irritants, I had the constant support of wonderful classmates, seniors and mentors who made everything worthwhile and bearable. I've spent hours on the telephone cribbing, counseling, being counseled, gossiping, bitching, crying, fighting, laughing and it all seems extremely important now.

I want to thank my classmates for laughing at most of my jokes, encouraging me to speak on stage when my train of thought simply failed me. I want to thank you all for liking me and thinking I was worth being around... that feeling of acceptance and belonging, to be honest, this is the first time I've felt it. I didn't have a lot of friends in school and people generally avoided me because I am a psychopath. It felt really good mentioning a name and acknowledging  a friendship with the same.

I want to thank my seniors... without your constant support and notes and counsel, I would've gone mad for sure. A special thanks to some of you, you know who you are... thank you for making Xaviers fun and memorable. You are all amazing human beings, do not change unless for the better :P

Lastly, I want to thank my teachers. Yes, we've shared a love-hate relationship; but I've loved you for the most. Thank you for boosting my confidence, and valuing my opinions and thoughts. That truly moved me. I seldom plagiarized assignments from the net, and I still ended up being appreciated... This has never happened before. I truly appreciate the fact that you've molded me into a better person in more ways than one... I know this sounds like a cliche and the proper thing to say, but it's coming straight from the heart.

It's been fun... for the most :P

We're about to start a new chapter in our lives and I hope I come across more people like most of you :P All those of you that I've bickered with or had a spat with, I'd like to thank you as well for keeping things interesting. College life without you would've been extremely monotonous and uninteresting. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you... I meant to, but I hope it wasn't so bad.

Keep in touch with me... if you can/want to. I am always up for a few laughs and lots of catharsis.

I love all of you. I may not have spoken to all of you or been bum chums with you, but you were all an equally important part of this chapter of my life. I wish I could've spent some more time with you... it feels like I've just gotten to know you all and now we've got to go our own ways. I wish you all the best and I hope you are happy wherever you are.

Have a cookie life :)

A Blast From the Past!

OOH LA LA! C'EST QUELLE SUPRISE!


Yes, it's been quite long(diplomatic understatement) since I've blogged and shared my train of thought. Too be honest, I had quit blogging. I picked a specific area which was too specific and quite boring. Also, my blog seemed very didactic and preachy, which wasn't the purpose... or maybe it was, but I've decided to rectify that now.

As you can see my blog is currently under renovation... as is my brain. I've changes the name... no no, I shall impart wisdom. No lessons of life; I'm far too dim for that. As Uncle Ben said," With great power, comes great responsibility"... writing is one of the most powerful tools( Ha Ha, very funny -_-) and I don't think I'm ready for that responsibility,yet.

So, this is a teaser... more like a declaration of my return and the resurrection of my blog...AGAIN.

I'm no longer a self-help, didactic blogger... but, I will be writing about books, TV shows, films, music, art, food, travel, opinions, rants, questions... I'm widening my scope of writing and yours of reading :P

I've just started an Instagram page as well... set it up exactly 15 minutes ago. Yup, I'm putting more effort into this so that it's hard to quit this time.

For those of you who've complained about the background... I'll try changing it, but no promises because I love it and you should love it for what it is as well! If you didn't like my face, I wouldn't spend money on surgically altering it(really stupid metaphor, but it makes complete sense to me)... and if it's a matter of convenience, please squint a bit, my articles take hardly two minutes to read!

I have a few profound and a few slapstick articles coming up, so stay tuned.

I hope you've all been well and happy and are getting along with life just fine. If not... you will sooner or later.

I've got lots of renovating to do, so Imma gonna go and do dat! See you soon!

Have a cookie day :)

A Letter Of Gratitude

Hello Everyone,

I know you're wondering why I blog at such weird intervals of time. Don't worry, I wasn't off taking another vacation. I just came to a conclusion that I want to blog only if I have a lesson of life to share. I'm not going to write only for the sake of writing or in order to keep my blog alive. It'll live as long as it has too.

I learnt a very important lesson of life last night. I learnt several to be honest. My college participated in the 'Youth Festival'. I don't know the reasons but we didn't win a lot this time. I'm sure it wasn't because of lack of effort or because we didn't perform well.
We were extremely disappointed.

I was extremely disappointed. I participated in an event, and everyone thought I had a fairly decent chance at winning. But I didn't.

At the valedictory, there were a lot of my fellow Xavierites who had participated and several who had come to support us. I was sitting on a chair surrounded by all of them because I was extremely anxious and didn't have the strength to stand. When the result of my event was being announced I had an anxiety attack. By the time the first two winners were announced, the anxiety began growing quicker than a cancerous cell and spread all over. There was just one name left to be announced. I went numb....... Turned out I didn't win after all. My knee stopped shaking as the realization sunk in. There was pin drop silence from my surroundings as all the Xavierites realized that their fellow Xavierite had lost.
The silence lasted all of five seconds. They burst into a loud cheer and started cheering for me. Even as I'm writing this I'm fighting back tears because I'm engulfed by an emotion I can't put into words.
They were cheering and congratulating me and telling me that in their eyes I was a true winner. I sat still for all of five minutes and let the feeling sink. I got up and found my best friend and hugged him tightly. We didn't say anything for we knew it wouldn't make a difference because he knew exactly how I was feeling and how vigorously my mind was churning pessimistic and melancholic thoughts.

Our college kept losing. Out of nineteen events that we participated in, we won only seven. It was a terrible night for us, for this had never happened in the history of Xaviers. But it didn't break our spirit. We kept cheering and celebrating despite the fact that we were feeling miserable on the inside. We had to be strong for everyone. There were several third and fifth year Xavierites who were miserable as it was their last 'Youth Fest'. Despite all of this,we followed a tradition and went back to college and celebrated with our Father Principal and other Fathers. It wasn't the usual spirit, but we tried to keep it as enthusiastic as we could. We went to Havmor for ice-cream following yet another Xavier's  tradition.

This was my first 'Youth Fest'. I don't really know my way around it yet or know it's value. But I realized that what Xavierites value more than winning is each other. Even in the face of defeat we kept our spirits up. I'm sure we were extremely upset with the unfairness of it all, but we took a much higher road. People who lose aren't treated the way I and every other participant representing our college was. They cheered us and congratulated us and made us feel valued. This feeling is hard to find. The feeling that you belong somewhere, acceptance, love and support. Sometimes it's hard finding it at home as well.

My respect and love for my college has climbed further than the stairway to heaven. I'm proud to be a part of this college and proud of my fellow Xavierites for being such beautiful human beings. It's hard to find a place where people can give so much of support and love irregardless of who you are and what you do.
Thank you all so much. For the first time I smiled at the face of defeat. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't upset at first, but all of you made me feel something that I can't adequately express but I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to convey.

Yours truly,
A Xavierite till the end.

The Dead Blog's Resurrection

Hello everyone. I know it’s been several months since I last wrote and my IndiBlogger ranking has taken a plummet. I’m not surprised at the consequences of my disappearance as they are quite reasonable and expected.

I sincerely apologize for utter silence for such a prolonged period. I have been busy,tackling a few issues that required my immediate attention. And apart from being occupied, I’ve been catching up on some reading. Quite a lot, actually.

I’m sure you all are wondering what the fantastic lesson that I intend to impart in this "resurrectory" piece is.

The lesson is quite plain and simple, honestly. It’s something so commonly known but so seldom applied to one’s own experiences.

The lesson is called.......

(*DRUM ROLL*)

....

(*SUSPENSE MUSIC*)

A VACATION!

Honestly. How simple is it, but yet so difficult(Wow! Another one of my epic oxymorons!) I was so tired of my monotonous life and the fact that I’m a tiny bit of an introvert doesn’t really help make my life any less monotonous.

 So... I simply cut off. I didn’t do anything that didn’t interest me or simply I didn’t want to do. I read several books, watched a few good films( Fight Club- mind frickin blowing!, Taxi Driver,The Silence Of The Lambs- Anthony Hopkins, You senxy beast!, etc.), met a few friends( 5 to be exact). Yup. That’s all I did.

Sometimes, Life just gets on your nerves. I know I’ve personified Life, I know it’s not a real person or else by now several people would’ve beaten it up or it would’ve been sentenced to public execution by STONING!

When this happens, take a break. You. Need. To.Calm.Down. It’s like wen we fall. We don’t immediately get up. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register the fall and then the damage done before you can finally use the support of your hands to stand up. Same principle here.

Take a break if you’re feeling unhappy. Do things that you like. Eat food you enjoy. Meet those whose company you like. Stay away from that which makes you unhappy. Do this, and you’ll get back on your feet with a lot more balance than you had much before your fall.

Think about it. Act upon it.

There Are Several Who Hear... But How Many Listen?

We need people. Some of us may deny it, some of us may suppress the desire of wanting another human being who can care for us, who can love us.

People who truly care about us accept us the way we are even when we don't accept ourselves at times. They lend a hand to pull us out from under our beds when all we want to do is hide in the darkest corners we can find. They see the greater good in us which we refuse to acknowledge. They urge us to love ourselves and see ourselves with the loving eyes with which they see us.

And most importantly they aren't afraid of us. They don't want to change us. They refuse to leave us even when we try extremely hard to push them away.

They aren't ashamed of being associated with us, they parade our greatness and put it up for the entire world to see. They might be upset with us sometimes but that is simply because they are sick of seeing us constantly hurting ourselves. They do everything in their power to restore our happiness. They rush to support us through our toughest times.

They are the one's who listen to us. They are the one's who love us.

Look around you, you will find them and they'll find you. And when you do, I want you to think about something. You must've done something right or worthwhile to deserve such love. It's high time you love yourself a little then? :)

The Unhinged Widow

"Smoke!" "Smoke!"

Okay. I guess you're wondering what  the screaming is about. I'll get to it in just a minute.

"Richard! You burned my famous ginger ale, slow cooked, perfectly marinated for exactly forty four minutes, and as soft as cotton but not lumpy and an expected family recipe to carry on for generations CHICKEN!"

Emma is Richard's beloved wife. They have been married for exactly thirty three years, two months, eleven days, four hours, forty seven minutes in counting still going strong. About the exact count: well, they like keeping exact track of time. It's crazy I know, but they find it fascinating.

Emma was teaching Richard how to cook, She was a chef at 'The Ritz'. Actually, that's how and where she met Richard. She had served him the best ginger chicken she had ever made and he had ever tasted. It was love at first bite.

After their first date, they decided to get married, for they thought that they were soul mates and life is too short to experiment on delicate aspects like love.

"For God sakes Richard! Get the fire extinguisher! Don't just stand there! At this rate you could've gotten five oil paintings of yourself made!"

They didn't know each other very well, but they just had a strong intuition that they were meant to be ... in a looney bin somehow. So they decided to shift to 'Lady Grace's Mental Asylum' to contribute to society by cooking lunch. Of course, Emma did all the cooking and Richard took out the trash which consisted of his failed attempts at cooking the chicken.

"Oh my God! Someone get the extinguisher and call Dr. Stanton immediately! Emma! Step away from the fire!"

"Richard! Tell this woman to leave our room! It's very impolite of you,young lady, to barge into our room like that!"

"Emma! You need to calm down! Sit down on this chair will you? And drink this water. Here."

"It tastes funny".

"Well, its vitamin water. Oh thank God! Here you are! She is having one of her episodes today".

"Who are you, young man? And where is Richard? He was right here a minute ago! Look at the mess he has made! I refuse to clean it up! He'll have to do it himself!"

"Hello Emma! Richard has gone to get the cleaning cart. He'll be back in a few minutes. I'm sure you're exhausted by all this cooking. Why don't you take a nap?".

"I don't like this place anymore! I cook lunch for everyone everyday. And what do I get in return? People barging into my room and not caring for my privacy. I refuse to stay here any longer. I am leaving. Call Richard. Tell him I want to leave right now!"

"It's Sunday, isn't it? All cab drivers are on holiday. There won't be any transportation. How about you check out tomorrow morning? Sound fair to you?"

"Very well. I'm feeling sleepy all of a sudden. Do you mind drawing the curtains? Tell Richard to..."

"I want to know how she got that fridge magnet and that lighter! I've changed her course for now. Her hallucinations are getting much worse. We need to start electroconvulsive therapy within the next four hours."

"And Dr. Stanton, who is Richard?"

"Her husband. He died in a gas explosion at their house during the initial stages of her disorder. It's his birthday today. Okay. Get two O.R nurses and anesthesiologists to set up for procedure in O.R 3 by 1 p.m. and contact her daughter Rosemary and tell her to get her as quickly as she can. "

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Haha! Spooky huh? Listen to this while reading it :P

It's Easy Being Mean...

Hello! For the first time, I'm blogging in a negative frame of mind. It's just that a few things, rather people have been bothering me off late. Mean people. Yes, mean people bother me, as they do to everyone. And I'm not writing this because I think I've been victimized but simply because I've also witnessed others being victims to mindless and insensitive ridicule.

I've seen a few kinds of mean and i'd like to enlist them.

1) THE DISGUISE: These kind of mean normally prey on the weak and insecure and on those who hold on to their guard. They broadcast these insecurities in forms of jokes or 'casual taunts'. Now, they want to portray themselves as being funny and casual but the victim and the perpetrator are the only two who know the intentions aren't casual but exactly the opposite.

2) THE STINGER: These kind of mean are usually people who are close to you. In fits of anger they blurt out things about you, that you once shared with them in confidence. That truly stings. Intentional or not, it's still a rather mean thing to do.

3) THE FOE: They are the enemy. But they pretend to be your friend because unfortunately for them you're the most liked person in the group. And since they are your 'pretend friend' they think they can get away with poking fun at you or hitting you which normally you would let go with a friend. So these means take advantage of the situation and do mean things. They abide by the quote "KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE BUT KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER" a little too seriously :P

4) THE BETRAYER: They were close to you once upon a time, but turned against you for some reason. They use your personal issues and secrets that you confided to them in confidence as a punch line to a very mean joke just to hit you where it hurts. Now, there's no need to do that, but that's how they think is the most successful method of bringing you down.

5) THE QUEEN MEAN: They are the worst kind of mean. They have no ulterior motive or advantage over you or their activities, but they're mean only because they like being mean. Causing discomfort or misery to another simply gives them some twisted form of evil satisfaction. They don't go out of their way to harm you. They simply do things which irritate you the most and upset you to a degree which claims their victory.

So. I've stated the kinds of mean that I've encountered.    My fellow victims, all I can tell you is don't stoop to their level and don't allow them the satisfaction of having affected you.

 It's so easy being mean. Have you  tried being nice? If  we have a certain problem with an individual we simply ignore their quirks or learn to accept them, if ignoring them is out of the question. Their is no need to be mingy or penny pinching.

We all come across people that we dislike but being mean to them has no justification whatsoever. If you ask me, being mean cannot be justified at all. So instead of being a birdbrain prigy snob, we can simply ignore the person. Saves a lot of mind juggling and plotting and unhappiness, don't you think?

All I can say is, it's easy being mean, but try once to be nice. You might actually like it.

Okay, I don't like leaving my readers in an uncomfortable state of mind. So after you're done reading this watch this. It'll help lighten you up. I watch it every time I feel low. Works better than magic at making me smile.