Pie in the Sky

My phone rang at 6:08 pm. A familiar voice on the other end said, "Ma'am I've reached your location. Where are you?". I took a moment to respond.  "But I never called for a cab?" "Okay then, I'll cancel the ride, but now that I'm here you'd have to pay."  I laughed nervously.  "Ok stop it. I'll be there in five." I hung up the phone and rushed to the mirror to notice that I looked mediocre. Is that how you go out with someone for the first time? Could have put some effort atleast, done my hair better maybe?  Nevermind, I rushed out of my house, and onto the 'location' where I saw him, smiling that bright smile, and for once all of my anxiety disappeared. I couldn't help but just look at him, wide eyed.  I sat beside him, and gazed at him from the back as if a window to a whole new world was about to open up for me in the next three hours.  There's never an awkward moment with him. We kept talking a...

I speak a lot, when I have a pen and a paper, or say I love to put forth my ideas through the keyboard into the virtual notepad. That is my happy space! But then world happens, people happen, extroverts happen, and say hello to chaos. Adding to the very long list, I also (and of course) suck at socializing. You would understand how hard my life has been if I told you that college hit me like a truck for I had no friends accompanying me. Now at this point I'm totally confused as to what kind of feeling I need to have towards my best friends. It's like you make me want to believe that you're the best-est company I could ever have, make me so resistant to even try getting along with new counterparts and then almost kill me by choosing another stream in +1 so that after school ends I'm almost dead for not being able to find you into the same building anymore. And with due course of tragic events, I'm mostly surrounded by curious extroverts who are always up to poke m...

When negativity piles up, (or when boards are lying in the wait) this comes out of my head. Thinking about things that don't matter Glorifying the void head, The urge to get something better Does not meet its end. Missed out on many chances, Losing hold on hopes as well, Guess I need to put up with seclusion, And let break loose, the hell. Where I live now is not real world, Nor is one where I hope to be. Faith is something non existent, And courage, a distant end to me. The floor is shaky, same as my moral Feels like close to having a fall. Governed by middling tries to set free, Maybe I can't fix this at all. The good is distant, bad is veiled Clouds so dark, no sun to be seen. And here I am, wearing on fear, Walking tight lipped, as if nothing has been. Towards the shining entity, seemingly gold A closer look, and it belongs to the fool. This is a bad loop, I set myself in Try hard to run away, end up falling into the sam...

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...

The other day I went shopping. No, better I'd say, the other day, when I faced the shopping mall after a real long time, (like always) I couldn't find anything of my size, so I wondered, how many decades back had my last workout been executed. Phew! And that was a deep thought. Anyways, so something that always turns me to a sad soul while shopping for is jeans. I mean, I know I'm not in that ideal shape. You don't have to remind over and over again. And these jeans manufacturing companies keep on coming up with their so-called ideas of the r ight jeans. See, you have a plenty of them. To name a few, there is the skinny fit , the pencil fit, or to be precise, you have anything and everything that just doesn't fit ! And to make things worse, there is gonna be the store's salesperson roaming around you, inspecting on each move of yours and he suddenly bumps into you when you try to pick something calling for an undesirable conversation with the most irritab...

Well, having a facebook profile picture with 100+likes named to it is not a cakewalk and not everyone has the honour to possess it. In fact it's a lengthy procedure involving many people. Yes, single person's picture having numerous people to it's credit, as is the fad these days. *Please know, if you're an anti-social (me me!), this honour is probably not for you. Keep reading and you'll know why.* 1. This first step itself is not clicking a picture. Foremostly, you must have a very very long friend list, in which adding even unknown people would do. You just need public for your photos and security is no matter at all. 2. Then, you must know the language of aww's, hugs, kisses & muahh's ; in short, all the mushy things. Do work on your diction if you still don't. 3. Now go and click a picture; most preferably contact a popular photography page, or a selfie would just do. 4. Then of all your friends, choose someone with great editing ta...

Fear. The word is familiar. You'll describe it as a feeling of great anxiety. But where does this anxiety come from? Well,  there's a preoccupied corner in our minds, named to the 'knowledge of danger', a self-built knowledge that something unpleasant will follow up every deed of ours, and the deeds done for our own good, in particular. So we humans have this amazing tendency to fear almost everything around us. Ironically, the fear which should have stopped us from the wrong feats, more likely ceases us from doing our own good. We usually fear more while taking a step forward towards something that will make us strong. If you ever feel like backing out, just know that it's all because the fear of failing and nothing else. And I guess, I've experienced this bad fear  for like most of the times as yet. So for people like me, it's indeed a battle won overcoming even a speck of fear. Change is very important to keep on moving in life and it's necessary t...

Here I go with the first post of my very first blog. Well, naming a blog isn't an easy task, especially for a lazy soul like me who won't open the dictionary to go through a million words just to find a captivating one. But thanks to Thesaurus for letting me come up with this title, ' Pie in the Sky '. For those who don't know, it means - a fantastical wish. So, the moment I came accross this, I found it to be the most apt title for my blog, for the kind of a person I am ; always dreaming and coming across a thousand of thoughts that are my 'pies' in the sky, I feel that it describes a very strong attribute of my personality, something of fantasy and that sort! :D So, hope I'm able to convey my thoughts well and whoever's reading finds it worth their time :)