[More than 5 stars] Ever read an amazing book that had you intrigued right from the very beginning and you just HAD to finish it in one sitting because it was just so amazing and you couldn’t wait to finish it, yet you didn’t want … Continue reading Every day by David Levithan.
Huh. Weekends are boring. Okay, okay, don’t hit me! *ducks under the bed* Weekends are great! I love weekends! But, as weekends go, this particular one was pretty boring.
So, on Friday, I was doing a little victory dance and shouting TGIF, complete with fist pumps. Or, are they called air pumps? Maybe, fist-air pumps?
By Saturday, I was regretting doing that. I was literally sitting around doing nothing all day and I kept thinking “This is my punishment for jinxing it.” My friends and I have this thing wherein if one day, the weather is suddenly good, we don’t mention it directly since that would jinx it, and the weather would go back to being hot and sucky. Now that I think about it, I think that may be the first time in my entire life that I have used the word ‘wherein’.
And by the time Sunday rolled around, I was beyond bored and frustrated and ready to punch someone in the face. Seems like I wasn’t the only one who was feeling bored.
I was texting my friend and he asked me what I was doing. And then I looked around me, and realized that I was just standing near the door, doing nothing.
Me: Oh! I’m just standing near the door with the fan switched off, thinking what to do, actually.
My friend: You could do that even while you are seated, you know.
Me: Yes, but I was about to leave the room, so I switched off the fan and then I completely forgot I was supposed to be leaving the room and hence I was just standing there until you asked me what I was doing and I realized I was actually just standing there doing nothing.
I have a tendency to keep rambling without a pause and now I have completely deviated from the topic which was supposed to be about how boring my weekend was!
And now, I’m thinking about an awesome title for this, a title so awesome that it would put all the other titles to shame! And my mom is giving me the stink eye because I’ve been lounging around all day, doing nothing and complaining that I have nothing to do, when, in fact, as my mother pointed out, I do have a lot of things to do, namely, helping her in the kitchen. But, I refuse to give in to her silent looks because just because I’m doing nothing does not mean I’m free, it simply means I’m doing “nothing!”
And I just realized that this post contains a lot of “doing nothings” , and that it’s quite long and maybe I should stop.
P.S. Yes, the title is sarcastic.
This happened to me a couple of days ago. It was a Thursday. A particularly hot one. Surprise, surprise! *rolls eyes* There was some function going on in my college. I told my parents I was bunking, since we wouldn’t have any classes that day, and none of my friends were coming. Somebody we knew was getting engaged that day, and they had invited us. My parents were getting ready to go to the engagement party, and they got this genius idea that I should go with. And I thought, why not. Let me go along, instead of just lazying around at home. (I’m mentally kicking my past self for this grave error in judgement.)
So, off we went. The one hour bus journey was horrible. The function was beyond boring, and I was sweating so much, I looked like I had taken a bath in my sweat. By the time it came to an end, I was ready to get the hell out of there. My dad left for work from there. He gave my mom and I a couple of directions as to how to get to the bus stop. We were exhausted and did not understand a word he said. We just nodded along, and started walking.
Two minutes later when there seemed to be no bus stop in sight:
Mom: Well, where is it? And how do we get there?
Me: What? You’re asking ME?! I thought you knew!
Mom: Well, no. Where ever did you get that idea?
Me: Um, because you are the adult and you were supposed to be listening to the directions?
Mom: Let’s just keep walking. It’s bound to be somewhere around here.
We kept walking and walking. In the scorching hot sun. Let me repeat it again. IN THE SCORCHING HOT SUN. We asked a couple of people who gave us vague directions.
Me, occasionally: It’s so hot I can feel myself melting.
I should’ve just stayed at home.
I could have been sleeping in my oh-so-comfortable bed with the AC on. *sighs*
Finally, FINALLY, we spotted a bus stop only to realize that it had been RIGHT THERE and we could have reached it faster if we had actually followed a more direct route, and instead we had been walking in a roundabout way. Why? Because we’re idiots.
I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be making any trips on sunny days anymore.
To my oh-so-crazy family My family is crazy. There. I said it. My mom is the craziest of them all. Hmm. That might explain the reason for my craziness. So, today, I called her from college to tell her something. After about two minutes into … Continue reading Just another day with my crazy family.
To PP, who never doubted that I could do it
If I asked you how well you knew your friends, you would probably say something along the lines of “I know him/her better than they know themselves.” While it’s all very touching, let me tell you a cold hard truth. You probably don’t know them at all. Now you may argue saying that you know all their favorite things, their favorite movies, foods, clothes. That you know exactly how they would react in a situation. That you know what they are thinking just by looking at them. That you can communicate with them just by using facial expressions. But is that what knowing someone means? Well, I suppose it is some of it. But, not entirely.
You can know a person for years and not really know them. Everybody wears a mask and pretends. Every. One. Of. Us. We just pretend a little less with our friends. But the mask never comes off. You really want to know someone? Observe them when they think nobody is watching. Listen to them when they are talking to themselves when no one is around. See how they get when they are furious at someone/ something. Look at their reactions when someone has hurt them and they’re trying to hide it. Watch the emotions that flit across their face when they are laughing with a group of friends, and for a minute they look away. Catch them with their guard down. Get into a heated argument with them. Make them use a slow internet connection and see how they react. Look through their phone. Read their favorite quotations. Listen to the songs they like the most. Read their favorite books. There’s a reason they like some books better than others. Read their diary, the one they keep hidden so that nobody reads it.
Talk to them at 3AM when they’re crying to themselves because deep down they aren’t as happy as they pretend to be. Get to know the way they walk, the way their lips move when they’re talking, their hand gestures. Get to know all their faces- Sad face, Happy face, Excited face, Angry face, You-better-not-mess-with-me face. Observe them in that instant they wake up in the morning and have no clue of their surroundings. Get to know them when they scrunch up their faces in concentration because they are so engrossed in the book they’re reading. Get to know the way they smile to themselves when they are reading a book. Get to know the way they dance when no one’s watching. Get them drunk, and listen to everything they tell you. Observe how they react when they’ve just received earth-shattering news. Look at their face when they’re talking about something they are passionate about- that’s when people are the most beautiful, when they’re talking about something with love in their eyes. Look at all the things they would do for the people they love, even if they never find out about it. Get to know what they write about. See the emotions dance across their face when they look at someone they love. Get to know them when they are crying silently into their pillow so that nobody ever finds out how heartbroken they are. Observe them in that split second they let their true emotions show before the mask slips back into place.
Get to know all the secrets that they’re too scared to tell anybody. Get to know the whys behind their whats. Get to know every single version of them. And until you do, don’t tell me you know them.
“How are you?” “I’m fine.” “How was school?” “It was fine.” Have you ever noticed how most people always answer with the word ‘fine’ when asked something? Not ‘great’, not ‘good’, not even ‘okay’. But ‘fine’. You probably do it too. I know I do. … Continue reading I’m [not] Fine.
Hello, there! I see that you’ve stumbled upon my blog. Let me tell you a bit about myself.
I’m an 18 year old girl, from India.
The one thing you absolutely need to know about me, is that I LOOOOOOVEEEE reading books. Well, the name of my blog is a dead giveaway, but still, I thought it was worth mentioning. And I love writing too. This may sound silly, but I write in my head all the time. Haha. No, I’m serious. Then, I tried writing on paper. But, frankly guys- *stage-whispers*- I was just too lazy to do it. And I discovered that typing things was just waaaay easier.
And I’m a narcissist. *cheeky grin* And way too sarcastic for my own good. I think my death is going to be because of being sarcastic at the wrong time and place. Hahaha
I created this blog because I wanted to share my writing skills with the world. Haha, I’m kidding. Told you I was a narcissist. But, on a serious tone, I wanted to improve my writing. I read a lot of amazing books that are written so beautifully, and one day I want to be able to write like that. And this is the first step towards making that happen. Also, my friend was pestering me to start a blog. You know who you are. *evil grin*
I hate it when people lie to me, when they make fake promises. I have a bunch of amazing friends whom I love very much. And I sometimes get confused between ‘who’ and ‘whom’. Oh, wait. You did not need to know that. Damn! There goes my reputation before I had one to begin with! Haha. And I giggle a lot.
Aaaaaand I’m boring you. So I will stop now. And, welcome to my blog! 😀