Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)! (Writing 101)

IMG_20140321_204701 (1) 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.

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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?

Forever confused,

Sitara

(Also, The abbreviations were put because I wanted to show realistically how I write!)

Ready, Set, Done (daily prompt)

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.

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Day 2 – Say your name (blogging 101)

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.

Forever confused,

Sitara

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Absolute Beauty (Daily Prompt challenge)

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.

Forever confused,

Sitara

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/absolute-beauty/

Day 1 Unlock the Mind (writing 101 post)

So.. I registered myself for the writing 101 challenge with the hope of becoming a better writer. Today’s prompt was

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.

Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to handwrite for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button.

And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

So I timed myself with my phone, and here goes…

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Exams… why can’t we just blast this thing of the planet and dance around while smithereens slowly fall back to Earth. Why is it that two of the most important exams in our life have to coincide with the two most rebellious years of our lifes, really cbse if you thought the boards would help us in our “formative” teenage years you’ve been mistaken. Way way way mistaken.

(18 minutes to go –wait that’s it)

And then chocolate ads… you have –pretty little women biting into it thus tempting me into biting into a bar and the end result, a nice pimple marked face with some flab thrown into the mix and the chick in the ad was so effing pretty.

Book writers and movie makers… why you take so much time releasing a sequel to a good book? Do you know my heart slowly breaks while I wait?

Online shopping sites, where am I gonna wear a LBD with yellow heels anda pink purse in the near future, why you tempting me with it for the all low price of 3099 really, I’ll just sit in the pile of past t-shirts. I’m fine thank you.

(Just 7 minutes down, excellent)

Mosquitoes, oh I could write poetry about you and your beauty. That shitty noise you make just makes me want to hunt down a atom bomb and blast you, exams and reposts from 9gag of the surface of the Earth.

Youtubers.. Why is it that when I’m free not a single new video is posted and when I have a commitment to fulfill you have a ton of videos to be watched? Why…

The Oscars… why you no Leo Dicaprio a Oscar? You want titanic? I’ll give you titanic give Leo a Oscar.

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(Nine minutes twenty seconds to go.. oh wait this post requires pictures)

(Photos done now move this post to wordpress, but first a spell check)

(spell check done… moving post to wordpress, 5 minutes to go)

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/101-introduce/

i had fun writing this!

forever confused,

Sitara

(PS. SOME OF THE IMAGES MAY NOT BE MINE!)

(20 MINS.. YAY IM DONE!)

day 1- Who Am I ? and Why Am I Here? (blogging 101 assignment)

I have no idea what I was thinking then, but I decided to sign up for the Blogging 101 and the Writing 101 assignments over at daily post. Hopefully, I learn something and in turn, become a better writer.

The prompt for the blogging 101 assignment today was…

Write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post.

(I’ve done very similar posts quite often, but heck I’ve signed up for a post and I will do it again)

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At a certain point in my life I felt underused. I was living in the mundane way where all I did was mostly eating, sleeping and studying. Something I had quite enjoyed was creative writing, and honestly even that took a backseat, to only fill my language notebook.

So I turned to blogging something I had tried once but soon deserted. You could hear about it here if you wish, and life has gone with certain events changing my view of the blog. You could read about it here.

Blogging makes me happy; it’s made me new friends. I’m a happy person :)

Forever confused,

Sitara

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Curve Balls (daily prompt challenge)

When was the last time you were completely stumped by a question, a request, or a situation you found yourself in? How did you handle it?

So couple of days ago I had quick errand to run at 10 in the night. Delhi is famously known to not be safe for girls and honestly I actually could understand why.

It was 10 in the night,

No street light .

And I found myself alone in the streets,

With strange men walking, talking and laughing.

Fear was second nature to me,

All I could see was darkness.

No car in sight,

And yet I walked in the street.

Notebook in hand,

Something’s had to be experienced first hand.

And so I reached my destination,

And readied myself for the return journey.

I told myself I was brave, that it could be done,

I had walked on those so many times before.

And so I thought, on the walk back,

Were women really that weak.

Streets in the night, With no street light,

Why were they unconquered territory?

Women are brave, smart and strong,

This seemed like Latin to me.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/curve-balls/

To-Do? Done! (Daily prompt challenge)

Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

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“Why do we constantly aim for perfection, when perfection is what we want to see. “ (im such a hypocrite)

Just a 16 year old, sitting on a dirty pile of clothes on what should be her bed, blogging.  That’s what a day in my life would be when I achieve perfection.

Cause what is perfection? Sure isn’t pokey hip bones.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/to-do-done/

The confused teenagers crappy attempts at romantic poetry.

IMAGINATION

I may not be of the long legs,

And the pretty hair.

But I have a nice heart,

And a good head.

I may not be hopelessly talented,

And effortlessly pretty.

But I have my way with a pen,

And that’s kinda difficult maybe.

But why can’t I do what I want,

And love who I may?

Why can’t I effortlessly be,

The girl I wish I could be, one day.

Society should be free,

Or so Martin Luther King Jr. and Nelson Mandela preached.

And yet the social constraints exist,

Binding each one of us all.

How do we break free, the question is

How do we break free at all?

Are we born into what we will be?

Into societies hierarchy?

The popular, the not so popular,

And the ones that fit nowhere.

Picture perfect loves,

Picture perfect days.

Picture perfect moments,

Are they only for a few, this day.

And I may not be perfect, perfect in your eyes,

But I have a heart.

And I one that deserves maybe a little,

What it gives.

Hopeless love, no discrimination,

And what I get back these days.

Just a wall flower, all withered and dried,

Or so in your eyes, in dismay.

(The image is sadly not mine *cries*)