Dirty Little Secrets

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A tiny part of my mind says I've been here. Its a thought, I think. I walk with that heady sense of purpose with a very unusual emotion named 'determination' etched on my face. Unusual coz determination is not me. Two crease lines on my face reveal the mingled tension and feverish excitement frothing and bubbling inside the calm facade. Today is just like any other day. Today, i walk around those desolate streets searching for that one face, that house, that small playground behind that building, that broken swing with S.T. scratched on its seat, that kulfi-waala who hypnotizes children to buy kulfis in his sing-song voice, that P.C.O. which swallowed thousands of coins in favor of shattering my dreams forever. Today, I search for all of these with just as much anticipation as I did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that and so on and so forth. Today is same in all terms. Today, my feet still want to turn back and run away from this creepy hell-hole a...

Whatever must happen will happen And what happens is not and will never be in our hands. You just have to live around   that fact  and with that fact! Is it so hard? Or are we underestimating ourselves?

She doesn't remember how long she stood there. Motionless, emotionless, empty; the slowly changing scenery outside her bedroom window was the only thing which made any movement at all. The grief - which has just been bubbling below the surface, ever since she left - threatening to engulf her, the only escape she could see for miles and miles ahead was Numbness. Her schedule hasn't changed one bit over the past month. Observing the golden ball, which was the setting sun, being swallowed by darkness again and again and ever again was satisfying somehow; it felt friendly too, like the vicious darkness and the obliging sun were the only things who understood her and reflected her emotions on a blue canvas night and night again.  The stars, that were always objects of wonder and amazement to her now pierced her like scalding knives whenever she saw them smiling down at her. The smile felt less friendly and more taunting the longer they saw her and made her feel e...

KNOW ME MORE! 1. Last beverage→ Sprite  2. Last phone call→ Home [Early morning. I always forget my earphones and come back for them.] 3. Last text message→ Shailly [Making plans for ROBOT] 4. Last song you listened to→ A year without rain [a very recent discovery. Selena is looking awesome. Trust me!] 5. Last time you cried→ Today. In college. [Just know that whenever I'm very confused or irritated and don't know what to do, my eyes start leaking. Fortunately, it wasn't in front of everyone.]  HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice → Nope. [:(] 7. Been cheated on? → Nope [:)]   8. Kissed someone & regretted it? →  Never [My brother is a total sweetie.] 9. Lost someone special?→  Yep. Many times. [And I regret to say that most of the time, I was the one who was majorly responsible for the loss.] 10. Been depressed?→ Hell yeah. It's like my hobby.   11. Been drunk? → Have had drinks. But NEVER been drunk. LIST FIVE ...

Guess how pitiful my condition is for the next fortnight!!! Err, stop giving yourself a brain tumor and scroll down for a visual display... Yeah, that's a book I'm holding! After six whole freaking months! Its day 1. Brought the books just 2 days ago. Opened them today [ :P ]     I'm encountering an APOCALYPSE filhaal... Have to learn seven fucking subjects in fifteen days ... Three out of which are related to maths and accounts... which have never (in 14 years of my educational life) failed to give me goosebumps... soooo...... in simple words... get set go for EPIC FAIL!

Came across this pic on another blog. I just had to share it with you guys. and to whomever it may concern... this is not "copying" this is "SPREADING AWARENESS" =] Oh btw, on a completely different topic, check my i-pod on the right and  be a sweetie and suggest me some songs according to the describes genre please! love ya!

She hated mess! That has been her problem, ALWAYS! Even if it were simple things such as TV channels or songs in her I-pod or her wardrobe or whatever else, she didn’t like mess. It irritated her, gave her a severe headache and made her want to shout. She would arrange all her favorite channels in an order so that she didn’t have to surf through all the other unwanted, unexpected channels on her way to the desired one. She hated mess as well as surprises . She never left a single song in her I-Pod unheard and deleted the ones which she hadn’t heard for a long time. They didn’t invite familiarity; they were new, they were strangers. She was scared of strangers. She read the same novel again and again instead of reading new ones for a change. New novels meant new stories, new characters, new emotions. That scared her to hell. Old books meant that she knew what was coming. It wouldn't surprise her at all. She was safe from unruly outbursts of undesired emotions. She was h...