The confused teenager will be back as soon as she finishes applying foundation on 750422757 even more confused kids.
We all have that one eccentric relative who always says and does the strangest things. In your family, who’s that person, and what is it that earned him/her that reputation?
So, because I live in a nuclear family with uncles and aunties, cousin brother and sister all over the world and I barely get to see them I’d like to interpret this post and dedicate it to a very very dear friend of mine Anmol.
In class there are people who will distract me and get me to fail the rest of the school year. My best friends, my better halves, my chink chamelis.
One of them is Anmol. You know certain people when they open their mouth to speak pure music comes out, because they be so beautiful sounding? Anmol is like that. Except when she speaks its pure sass. So much so you’d like to bottle it up and use it in your next blog post.
And the fact is she is the most focused of us four. So in the time the other two and I would speak about unicorn poop as glitter she’d finish her work and be ready to give her inputs (which would be unanimously agreed to).
(Lets like throw the grammar books out of the window today okay)
Honestly, if you have something to like share you’d share it with Anmol. Not because she would be a shoulder to cry on but more because she’d like kick you and tell you to get your life back together.
And that’s why I love you Anmol. You may not be the eccentric one but you are the perfect one.
and you are unique. Just like your names says.
Sometimes I stay up till three in the night and have a multitude of thoughts in my mind. One of them very predominantly is, what I am going to do with my life. I’m in class 11th, I’m 16 years old. In a year will be writing the one thing that will most probably define, decide and describe what I am going to do with my life. It’s cold and I have psychology work to complete. (there that is all that is going on in my head)
My biggest worry now is whether I’ll be able to do without a hoodie for dinner and my responsibility is to drink my milk. I live a good life, have good friends, get to do what I like. I’m better off than most kids my age. I need to commit less hours to studies than certain kids. I don’t need to work. I’m a pampered kid. I could say a million things about my current scenario and to think of it my whole life has been a salad day filled with a few wilted greens.
I live the lucky life.
These are my salad days.
Of bright colors and bright lights,
When the streets come to life.
Every balcony a different color.
A different style, a different decor.
This is the festival of light, of fire crackers and good mithai.
Of happy people and pretty skies.
Dotted with fireworks of every kind.
In the end it isn’t a festival, it’s a state of mind.
(I’m in no ways a professional, these photos were taken from my phone camera. no hate please :) )
*sneaks in slowly* you may remember me, you may not but hi!
So my exams got over, the net got fixed but what remained was the mind block. A sad serious amount of it, so much that I could write, but write what anyone could write. Nothing that I personally felt deserved a blog post. Nothing I felt was good. I’ve seen people post daily, even hourly but their writing seemed forced, that spark was missing.
And what has happened to me in these few days? (Let’s call it few please *puppy dog face*)
And soon, there may a serious change in my life (nope not romantic, though I wish (joke!)) and I’m planning to incorporate that in my blogging life, though let’s see how.
and if all goes well I’ll post some photo entries soon :) say tuned!
Leaving you with picture to show how pretty the rock I live under is
Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.
When you live in India, You live with its multiple religions, communities and food choices. Who so ever regards Indian food to be spicy curry and roti just remember you’ve eaten about 0.000…01. Honestly I’ve been to restaurants which serve Italian, Chinese, North Indian, Gujarati, South India, Punjabi (yes that’s a different genre of food altogether) under the same roof. To term it as Indian is an understatement.
Now why did go onto a completely different angle than what we wanted? Because well I’m confused. I sat thinking and wondering the eff did I like 4 years ago and honestly personally my special day food is…. FAST FOOD!! If I remember correctly we went out for special occasions and honestly my under developed taste buds had a certain affinity only for pizza and pasta. And why was that so? Cause we couldn’t cook pizza and pasta at home. And then you have cheese, on soft soft bread or pasta and a nice fizzy drink which was rare.
There were times where we ate Chinese too (or what we Indians call Chinese food) which included fried rice, Manchurian and Hakka noodles! Amazingly my taste buds survived on it.
But If I were to chose between the two id chose Italian, Chinese was a bit too idk spicy for me. Pizza was and is love and I remember having a strong affinity for penne in white sauce and later discovering lasagna and ravioli, beautiful pockets of cheese (gets hungry)
What was your favorite meal as a kid?
(Also, The abbreviations were put because I wanted to show realistically how I write!)
Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
You walk past, I see,
A lot of memories come back to me..
Of rolling in the grass, swinging in the trees,
Of making piles of leaves that blew with wind.
And then it hits me, again and again,
Why can’t we be children again.
Young and free, no worry or care,
Life being just a simple dare.
Why can’t we just sway with the breeze,
No exams, no stress, just the trees and us.
Pigeons to feed, chips to eat,
And the general happy trend.
Why can’t we be everything at once,
Or what we want to be all our life.
Young and free with no care and worry,
Just the sunny sun and little bunnies.
So one I’ve always liked about my blog is its title. Very teenager, very rambly, very Sitara (As my bestfriend would say). But then when the blogging 101assignment for the day is
Today’s assignment: edit your title and tagline. Make your readers’ first impression a good one!
My heart stopped beating. Why change the only thing nice in my blog.
Then I saw this line
If you’re already thrilled with your title or you want to do more, feel free to publish a post, too! Let readers know what inspired your title and tagline, or, If you need want writing inspiration, take a look at today’s prompt.
Okay this is good, story telling time.
The word rambling according to the oxford dictionary means
(Of writing or speech) lengthy and confused or inconsequential
:a rambling six-hour speech Scott’s letter was long and rambling
And that’s what I like. I’ve had a clear disregard for word limits in my exams and if it takes 200 words to get my point across and I’m all for it.
Then why confused?
Cause when I first started this blog I wondered what did I want to do of it. Was it going to be poetry, my recently broken heart or just issues and my opinions on it. Bleh I figured. Just make one blog including it all.
And then teenager, if you didn’t know yet, I’m a 16 year old teenager. Pretty much sums it up.
And then the tagline “my views about life”. Well, when I started the blog I didn’t know what to base it upon. So yeah, my views about life
I guess that sums it up.
We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
I have a sad obsession with beauty pageants. They stand for what I will never be, tall (okay I’m 5’ 10” but), thin, pretty, clear skinned (notice how I didn’t say fair even thought that’s what sells in India’s pageants) and perfect in heels (if I could walk properly in trainers my day would be made).
“I’m not pretty, I’m beautiful.”
I sadly forget where I read this quote but it has had a deep profound impact on me. The two words, pretty and beautiful, so different but yet so similar.
The meaning for these two words according to the oxford dictionary is
Pretty- (Of a person, especially a woman or child) attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful:
a pretty little girl with an engaging grin
Beautiful- Pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically:
beautiful poetry a beautiful young woman
After I read that I was in shock, I always that pretty was physically pretty and beautiful, pretty from inside, from where it matters from the heart. Looks like I should just go sit in a corner and cry.
But then getting back to the question what is pretty? What is beautiful?
Isn’t beauty who you are a person and how many life’s you touch? Isn’t beauty in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t beauty only skin deep. Personally I’m of the view that beauty is the prettiness you add to the world, to the life’s you touch, the smiles you trigger. Giving beauty a name is difficult there is beauty in all of us it just needs to be triggered.