tiffin tiffin tiffin…….


“yes, i ate but just a little……….”

isn’t it tiring eating the same food again and again . forcing the taste buds to forget how to taste but still eat the same crap. yes, it’s a pretty common issue among us when me and my friends were toddlers but if saying no to all the regular stuff that i eat is being a child then yes, i am a toddler. i remember how fat i used to be(thank god that time took my fat away!) drinking milk and only milk. all i could ever desire was milk. but now feels like the biggest mistake of my life. milk? and me? some things don’t get along like north and south pole, similarly this case is also one. when people or shall i say some up close and personal relatives come together there is a jolt of laughter only because of the incidences which happened in the past. each morning i am reminded of the fact that i loved milk and like i said “loved milk” i mean it in the past tense. time changes everything for instance look at me. a living example. i don’t even like the things i liked a month back and you are reminding me of the things i admired when i was just three years old? i hope you got the point. but when i asked myself what could have been the reasons for such a disastrous change here’s what i got

  1. emotions.  while dealing with hormonal changes can be quite stressful i can actually explain how emotions change from second to second. the swing never stops . now i get the reason why i am so confused before ordering something . 
  2. mom!!!!! let us all accept the fact that from the beginning of the life till it’s universal end we all have our meals scheduled by moms . no matter how much swag you have on but ultimately it’s your mom who keeps you healthy enough to put all of that on. thus we can conclude that it’s never been your choice it’s just you meal which your mother cooks with her ideas.
  3. health:( sometimes you have to give up something for something . same is with the body and burgers. *no one can get both!* it’s one of the critical moments when you have two ways to choose. one is the path leading to great health and fitness with pictures of glowing people and their happy lives and most importantly their long life. on the other hand is a cheesy double patty burger!!!!!!!! i know, i know! you’ll choose the burger . one moment of silence for those who gave up burgers.
  4. last but not the least our FRIENDS  this idea came up to me today while i was on duty at my school and for the first time in history i was eating my lunch alone. completely isolated. suddenly i felt like a brake inside my stomach which said that i can’t eat more. stomach had a full alarm. this time i realized that what i was left with was almost half of the tiffin . the question was that how did it happen? yes, because half of the tiffin is robbed by my besties. sadly the portion i ate wasn’t enough . 

hit me with a ray of summer


When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.

Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore…. who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.

When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.

Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.

It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.

In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets……

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good….. They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.

Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore…. who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.

When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.

Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.

It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.

In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets……

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good….. They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.

Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore…. who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.

When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.

Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.

It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.

In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets……

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good….. They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

cz i m fat….


hello everyone! first of all if you are reading this dakshita then hit a like and comment to show your presence! and everybody say hello to my friend. in case you aren’t able to look directly at her or you haven’t met her then let me tell you how she looks. she’s thin,short and cheerful. quite my type . dirty minded and naughty. she has vampire like two canines and hair so wavy that i could kill for!

And the season’s back when girls finally feel insecure and the most disgusting thing ever on the planet but now I don’t feel sympathetic towards them I need sympathy for my own dear life. I always bluffed about how beautiful a girl is when she’s comfortable in her own self. With her own body and there’s nothing she’d want to hide. Even if she’s curvy, fat or thin she’s satisfied but let me clear it up now. It’s all a trap. Life feels horrible after my realisation of being fat. I am just of no good. No, I haven’t been struck by lightning I am struck with cholesterol! Oh my! It would have been better if I would have been struck by lightning than to face this ugly truth about myself that makes me want to puke all over the place. I never had that coming. Actually I am damn confused about how to explain it. I am at a stage of my life which I thought I’d never end up to. At least not in my teens but I guess the odds aren’t on my favour. Hit me in the face someone?

So, it all started with a very happy story when I and my dearest friends were over to a friend’s house for a sleepover after her tiring dance party. Honestly I’ve always loved dance parties no matter how much my heels ache the very next day there’s something about them that I can’t resist. It isn’t only just the dance party but it’s also about what we are going to wear. basically this is what we talk about weeks ago before we even know the party is coming but since we are girls and girls like fashion and fashion is fun we gossip all day long about how glam and tip toed we’ll be looking on the big day. we all are the suspense breakers as we can’t simply keep our outfit a secret so all you can do with us is that talk about your outfit as much as possible and explain each and every millimetre of it and yes, don’t forget your accessories! I love this topic so much that I can talk about it day and night. As per my record which completely says that I looked glam in all the recent parties I am pretty much sure that I’ll look better in my future outfits too! Honestly I love it when my besties complement me and my collection, the feeling that one gets at that time is unexplainable. So, every time I go out for a much awaited shopping spree before picking out just the right outfit I always keep in mind that it looks exactly the way I want it to look in any party. Not too decent nor too out of the world. I carefully choose my outfit and no wonder how many I have but I always fall for the one in the black. Be it totally black or just a little hint of it. Something is there about it that catches my eye. Well so, this time I decided to wear the dress my sister bought for me from my dream destination Paris! Yes, at first i was freaking out too but I just wanted all eyes on me so I decided to pair that LBD with some black stockings and a pair of black wedges and a prepped up ponytail. I thought I looked too damn hot for it but as I had seen the birthday girl’s dress I wanted to be another showstopper in the room. To my expectation at first everyone was looking at me and admiring me but then if we move this story a bit ahead when I was at my friend’s home one of my tall bestie commented that I looked healthy. You obviously know my reaction very well don’t you? I was like oh my god! What? Do I look fat? Omg! No! No! Noooooooooooooooooo! For god’s sake no! I asked her if she was serious and she nodded which seemed pretty much like a yes to me. Well never mind that I ignored it and cooled myself down but then today during school hours another best friend came up and told me that her mother even said to her that I looked healthier than before. Again you very well know my reaction. Kill me please!!!!????? Why? Why only me? She even pointed out to my diet and told me to control a bit on my carvings and stay away from my beloved chocolates and all sorts of unhealthy things. How can I stay away from them? Can you stay away from your loved ones? Just as I was about to ignore it I sensed a sudden urge to cry and whined like a two year old in front of her with a very tensed face. To give me relief she confirmed that it wasn’t much and that she too looked just like me but like I cared at that time about that. I know they all were just lies. Sad lies. I whined all my way in the recess and asked one of my boy friends to tell me whether I seemed fat from anywhere and he at first took it in a very casual way and replied with a very satisfying no but then he snapped back and instantly replied that my face looked a bit smaller than my body! Oh no! I don’t know what to do! So as soon I rushed home I asked my father to tell me a few exercises which help reduce fat. I feel dumb now rivewing myself in the mirror now since like from the time I have reached home. I feel disgusting not just because I was told I looked fatter but also because I never believed in any of this. Where am the me which said once that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes? Where is that me? At this time I am questioning myself if I actually think that my theories are correct or just fake. Am I not pretty just because of my weight?

i love u my bestie!

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Some people are actually ones who come and change your life. They are meant to mend your ways and completely change the way you think! They totally restore your faith about things you believe don’t even exist. Ok, I am not talking about a lover. Though I wish I could experience that feeling but I guess the above description is quite worthless and small to tell you about it, I am talking here about friends! Friends, no not that show you T.V. maniac, I am talking about the people who we are comfortable with, who we know and don’t want to get apart from them. At least I don’t want to………but however they are funny, sad, annoying or just crap they are friends. People often are not friendly and as I grew up I began understanding every letter to the core of these two words. As I was a small kid about the age of four or five I had faith in friendship and by that I mean a lot of it because I could easily make friends except the grumpy cat faced people because in that case I would have ran like hell. To be honest I was innocent and as I grew up I have realised that every single person around me is willing to sign a use and throw contract with me. To some people I don’t even feel like a friend I am just another option to talk to when they need something. It was bitter but truth and truth is better than a bitter lie. That didn’t made sense right? Anyway I have this awesome friend pallavi who I love just to the moon and back.i feel so good being with her , although we meet very rarely but still I am going to be with her all day after three months because I am joining her school! Although we are of the same school but we study in different branches. So due to our annual function practise… did I mentioned that I am in a stupid drill? Holding pom-poms? No? Well now you know it. So, due to the practise we need to go to their branch and believe me and my friends only participated to go there. We are some sick girls with crazy minds. So, today all my faith in people restored. Why? Because first of all I’d like to curse my teacher misses manju who is strictly against boys and girls conversing or just sitting around. I hate such people who in this century, even the time when we are at heights of progress and prosperity, where our society is reforming with the norms it had earlier created but we, the children, how will we prosper and develop in such a society where the teachers are not only accepting this change, where the ones who teach us, guide us are the only ones to shape our minds like they were of the society which we are struggling to change. I wish teachers could be young and jolly so that they understand the future of their country and I wish I could just ban such teachers who do such type of things and get this cautiousness in the brain set of small buds. It’s against us, against the future. What on earth does she thinks she is? Always full of sarcasm. Not appropriate to be called as a teacher.

Whenever I went to her branch she always used to find me and hug me and so happened this time! She came to meet me! Who she hasn’t been able to talk to n ages. I felt so good that I was important to someone! I felt so glad! I felt as if she was a real friend. I went to meet her and her friends and god they were so nice! As if they knew me since ages! Later in the break when Miss Manju sent all the boys to the canteen we were ferocious of the kind of behaviour we girls were getting. We weren’t even allowed to go to the canteen! Isn’t that partial! So, she came along with her friend and brought grilled sandwiches for me! Wish people like her exist even more. What can I do now with no words let to tell you about how I feel, nothing left to describe but still I want to tell you more about it but what should I do with this feeling of satisfaction in my heart and an overwhelming big grin……

#hbd


Birthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with theBirthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with theBirthdays are just another year to your life but I think birthdays are another punch in the face for 365 days. Just kidding. Birthday is the most awaited day in one’s life even a 90 year old man waits for it. We just wait for the day when we add a plus one to our age and this excitement gradually decreases as a person becomes mature or shall I say an adult. The way kids wait for birthdays is the way I’d never see someone older be happy. The sparkle in their eyes will be lost by the time they will be going for a college degree. A child’s birthday is always so magical. Like a paradise. Filled with so much fun and enthusiasm and an adult’s birthday are considered just a formality. Neither the one celebrating is happy nor is the one who is invited happy. It’s like something forced onto you when actually you hate it.

Playing games at a birthday is just so not done. I mean as a small kid I used to go to birthday parties and I used to be so nervous if I will win or not and even today I was damn nervous when I went to my friend’s birthday party. God when will I get confident? But while I am at adult birthday parties all I do is yawn and id die if I don’t have my phone with me. Pretty much sums it all up.

For me birthdays are just another excuse to celebrate. Just a day to be happy and forget all the other bad things happening in life. The day when you should finally come out of your cave and smile at the sunshine. If it’s a birthday the everything’s better. Even the animals seem to be talking to you. You feel so happy and just don’t want it to end. The best moment is when it starts at 0:00 a.m. and the hardest moment is when its 11:59 p.m. feels like grabbing every second and then replaying it. Never want it to stop. Birthday is the day when all that matters is you. No one else because you were born that day not your neighbour. So stop whining about how miserable life is because you should be grateful of the time that you have and that you have passed it by being alive. Be grateful to have faced the day happily in your life and celebrate your birthday as if there won’t be another.

My birthday was very special. This year not only that I turned 13! (Finally!!!!!) And also that I celebrated it in a very nice way! Did I mentioned that my birthday is on 13th may (yeah, you can congratulate me the next time) and is on the same date as a birthday of a very popular bollywood actress? No? Well now you know it. This year my friend gave me a very special surprise! I had held the birthday party in a mall and basically the plan was to hang around and then go for a movie. So, as the school ended after 12:30 we decided to meet at 1:30 and stay there till 7 but me and my friend waited there for the rest of our friends till we finally saw them running on the second floor from the ground floor. I called my friend and asked him where was he and to my response he said that he was on his way! Suddenly both my girlfriends who were with me all this time got a call from someone and left! I was standing by myself all alone on the ground floor waiting for someone. Finally they all arrived and I’ll tell you about the whole incident which took place sometime later as right now I got to write but I am in hurry. They came with a chocolate cake which couldn’t be carried away with us while we will be going inside the scary house. Or maybe there I’ll just smash it onto someone’s face in terror but my friends won’t actually would have let it happened so we all decided to keep it in a shop from where we can get a good view of its condition as well as get rid of it. So, we went into the store and requested the shopkeeper to keep the cake and a scrapbook which my beloved besties made for me inside their shop and thankfully they agreed! We went on for the scary house where we all decided to go together in a group of maybe 11-12 people and two after two. You know about the three scary things which I hate the most in my life? If not then let me tell you 1.spiders ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. Dark I don’t want to go in the dark!  3. Ghosts aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And in that situation I was supposed to be with atleast someone

oh my tiffin


“yes, i ate but just a little……….”

isn’t it tiring eating the same food again and again . forcing the taste buds to forget how to taste but still eat the same crap. yes, it’s a pretty common issue among us when me and my friends were toddlers but if saying no to all the regular stuff that i eat is being a child then yes, i am a toddler. i remember how fat i used to be(thank god that time took my fat away!) drinking milk and only milk. all i could ever desire was milk. but now feels like the biggest mistake of my life. milk? and me? some things don’t get along like north and south pole, similarly this case is also one. when people or shall i say some up close and personal relatives come together there is a jolt of laughter only because of the incidences which happened in the past. each morning i am reminded of the fact that i loved milk and like i said “loved milk” i mean it in the past tense. time changes everything for instance look at me. a living example. i don’t even like the things i liked a month back and you are reminding me of the things i admired when i was just three years old? i hope you got the point. but when i asked myself what could have been the reasons for such a disastrous change here’s what i got

  1. emotions.  while dealing with hormonal changes can be quite stressful i can actually explain how emotions change from second to second. the swing never stops . now i get the reason why i am so confused before ordering something .
  2. mom!!!!! let us all accept the fact that from the beginning of the life till it’s universal end we all have our meals scheduled by moms . no matter how much swag you have on but ultimately it’s your mom who keeps you healthy enough to put all of that on. thus we can conclude that it’s never been your choice it’s just you meal which your mother cooks with her ideas.
  3. health:( sometimes you have to give up something for something . same is with the body and burgers. *no one can get both!* it’s one of the critical moments when you have two ways to choose. one is the path leading to great health and fitness with pictures of glowing people and their happy lives and most importantly their long life. on the other hand is a cheesy double patty burger!!!!!!!! i know, i know! you’ll choose the burger . one moment of silence for those who gave up burgers.
  4. last but not the least our FRIENDS  this idea came up to me today while i was on duty at my school and for the first time in history i was eating my lunch alone. completely isolated. suddenly i felt like a brake inside my stomach which said that i can’t eat more. stomach had a full alarm. this time i realized that what i was left with was almost half of the tiffin . the question was that how did it happen? yes, because half of the tiffin is robbed by my besties. sadly the portion i ate wasn’t enough .

and let the bitches bark


people are people. they are untrustworthy and unreliable. admit it there has been at least one point in your life, one certain point when all your faith in humanity went inside a dustbin . in day to day life i often come across such circumstances but today i just want to light fire to the dustbin and burn the person who had betrayed me , with it. so much pain!!!!!!!!!! so, i’d just like to share another of my poems to express my thoughts. please don’t think i am a mentally ill patient!

sorry is that what you speak?

when you’re done to shout and scream?

sorry is that what you say?

after you hate and break?

and you try to scream and hide

after all the rules you abide

and then you try and make your way….

sorry is then what you say?

you betray you fight

i listen and i try

i try, to not to be rude

but oh your silly attitude

i smile and i forget

but i swear i won’t do that again

because all i have done is regret

enough have i had

and i don’t deserve that!

why should i wait for you?

when you are always leaving my side

why should i waste my tears ?

when you think that you’re right!

love me or love me not

i don’t think i care

anymore of what’s going on with you

and don’t meddle with my affairs.