Pie in the Sky

So far I've imagined a thousand scenarios about how I'm gonna be meeting that one guy who I can put a 'mine' tag onto. Everything would be so like a fairy tale. He would be, of course, the most handsome guy I ever set my eyes on. Ours would be a perfect story, with equal share of highs and lows, and everything would be so good, that....that.... I start to feel drunk,..and..  Okay let's puke creepiness. lol Almost seventeen years into this life, especially the last year has definitely taught me that things like 'fairy tale love stories' do NOT hold for real life. And as per my experiences, there's no love, there's just a story, a random shitty story with no meaning,..that its completely useless, just like this line. Having a crush on someone is one of the most disturbing things your mind can ever do to you. I really don't understand the mechanism of crushing. Is it something like, you see someone, look at them again, now you're checking th

Of course, the title points out to me. A 12th standard Math student, who sucks at Math, but is courageous (read stupid) enough to let herself fall in a damp squib of calculus and logarithms. I definitely share a love-hate relationship with the subject. Okay sometimes I kinda like the numbers and the logics. I think its pretty cool when you can find out how many Sundays you're gonna have in a year, or how many hours on an average a human gets to sleep, and,interesting stuff like that. But, but, but,...then the nasty trigonometry gets into the scene and shatters your peaceful world, or the dreadful monster calculus tries to eat you up in one go. Within a second you can go from "I know this!", to "I don't even know what I don't know!!".. The world of mathematics is definitely a bizarre place to get stuck in. People buy 72 watermelons in one go, chocolates get distributed (i mean who does that!) and farmers wish to fence their square-circular-and a bit

I hate growing up and I hate being a 12th grader. So far the only productive thing it brought along was circumstances that made me to write this post. I've tried to explain in words, that if you draw inspiration from my life and plot a graph between 'development' and 'time', you'll get a slope that slants downwards. Bruh. So much retardation. Tired of the same old bunch of monotonies. Sometimes I can foresee the destination, sometimes the long roads leading to nowhere. And most of the times, I choose to march towards that 'nowhere', without any aims set. So every time as I end up the day, I take a note on the degree of aimlessness I possessed throughout, which has witnessed a great increase of late. Over the past years, I've evolved as an improved version of ignorant and careless self. You know, I'm the person who would google "how to study for long durations", read all the articles (wasting an hour), then motivate myself delivering a

H ello there! Here is my attempt to write a poem, the first one for my blog. I call it " Discovery Of Self ", hope you like it. I had been wading that night Feeble, in search of might. I kept walking till I reached the horizon Where the world seemed to come to an end. Life persisted, but the moment was put on halt. I let the wind blow through my locks And wondered what was it. Where was everything heading to? What was the purpose underlying? I noticed a conflict within me Questioning my identity, Driving me to the roads unknown. I walked past the nonevents, Hoping to reach the anticipated high. Things were not easy, A few wounds yet to be healed My carefree being had to be left back there. Change was apparently the only constant, Life, never going to be the same. How far had I come? How many miles remained to fathom? I wondered, again. Time made me grow restless and tired, Made my heart turn less of hope. Thought it was enough to back off And continu

Hey there! In this post, I wanna speak my heart on the ironic things and thinking(s) that I've of late observed to be in abundance around me. Basically, it's about all the stuff that makes me want to question people's fundamental sensibilities, and the amount of Fe they intake. (Sorry for bad puns :p) So, here are a few of them. A person who doesn't speak much is stupid . It's called being introvert, and that's among the 'many' kinds of people found on earth. Feel like pointing an objecting finger? Well, remember that girl/guy at school who hardly had any friends and topics to blab. The one who was often prey to your lame jokes? Yeah, now you get me. There are so many extroverts out there who believe that if you don't keep expressing yourself, that's probably because you don't have a brain to think over. Seriously? To the converse of this pre-judicial belief, those are the people who think so much on every detail, just falling sh