Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Not always, Not forever

He said that he would be there forever, he promised me that he would never leave me and always be by my side. Every time I toiled over bad times he smiled at me and held my hand.

Yeah, only then did I perceive that he was the biggest flirt on Earth. He followed everyone. making everyone's lives hell. Only then did I realize that the smile that he smiled was vengeful, everytime he held my hand was not to hold me back, but to push me.

But he hates those who make their own destinies, who like to live life the way they want it to be lived, in a right way ofcourse. I said that it was time he got out of my life. he begged and pleaded to be spared but I shunned it off with a denial. Even now, he tries his best to come back into my life, trying to make it hell; But hope and confidence are the biggest barriers against the dirty hands of TROUBLE.

Yes, trouble. He is none other than trouble. Promising to always be beside everyone. To make everyone's life hell. beware, he fools you, cheats on you and ultimately destroys you. Trouble is a shameless person, following everyone... from a day old infant to an 80 year old. But yes, he is not invincible. He can be defeated, as long as one doesn't succumb to his sugar coated words and actions.

"Trouble the trouble, before the trouble troubles you" :P

(Note: Trouble is a personification, not a person)




Thursday, 17 January 2013

Forever 5'4''



I'm way beyond that age when people get excited with an increase of 1 tiny mm in their height. Now is the time everyone is obsessed with looks, makeup, fashion and guys. -.- Well, I do care about my looks,  but I aint hounded by it. I'm not a tom-boy either. 


Name: Cocos Nucifera
Phyllum: Cocos
That's my family. In simpler words, my family has some long-lost connection with coconut trees. Honestly, I have a brother and a sister (Cousins) who are just a few months elder to me... However, you would definitely mistake me to be some baby sister (By baby I mean little kid) of their's. My parents have a really good and desirable height, everyone in my family does except me. How I wish I was as tall as them, so that I could look down to the world and the others would look up to me :P 

I am a person with gigantic feet. For long I've been told that soon I would out-run my parents in terms of height. Trust me, I've been hearing this for years. I took part in basket ball, did some weird asanas; that I learnt from YouTube... in fact decided to drink the liquid I hate the most, milk... yet, I continue to be a person with meager height. I see that I'm growing horizontally not vertically... I guess a diet too needs to be added to my guide to prettiness.

I often find solace when I see film stars who are short in terms of height and I feel glad that I aint the only one. I check my height almost every week hoping to see some tiny increase that can lead to tremendous joy but the results are always disappointing. Whenever the ruler touches my head I feel a pinch of curiosity in me and I ask, "Any increase?" and my mom nods her head in denial to my question, and my enthusiasm drowns...

I've now lost hope and interest in this height game but I do hope that someday I do get to look into other's  eyes and talk rather than talking to them by looking up. I'm constantly told, "Your parents are tall and you too will grow soon, chill." I am chilling, trying to chill... Hoping that I will definitely touch the sky one day

Friday, 4 January 2013

Clearly Unclear

I'm at that phase of life where everyone has a fiery passion or desire to get into some top institution like say, IIT, AIIMS etc. At that phase where maximum amount of one's time is devoted to studies. I have a few very ambitious friends who are really working hard to achieve their dreams and here I am, sitting at my desk aimlessly blogging.

When I was 9, I wanted to be an astronaut; like every child. I was so passionate that in fact I bought a couple of books on space and planets to start preparing. Which I now regard as a lame attempt. The very look at the night sky used to fill me with more determination.

When I was 10, I wanted to become a music director. As I play the keyboard, I decided that I would follow the path of A.R Rahman and become someone like him. I used to make my own kiddie compositions and used to pride myself as the next Mozart.

When I was 11, In the 6th grade... I decided, that I would stop fooling about and make a proper decision. I decided to take up medicine and become a doctor, partially because it would give me an escape route from the much dreaded Mathematics. Little did I know that Biology and Physics would go on to become my biggest problem. In fact I was even clear about the specialization that I would do, I wanted to be a gynecologist.

When I turned 13, I had already shifted to Mumbai and I got my wake up call. I realized science especially biology, was far more tougher than what I had imagined it to be. The standard of studies rose, we were doing advanced mathematics and science and I decided, I couldn't deal with Biology. After successive flops in all the Biology exams I said, "enough" I decided I would take up the trusty, preferred by all, monotonous-Engineering.

I convinced my family to put me into coaching classes for IIT. After a cycle of tests I dropped my dream of IIT and aimed for some other institute, as I realized that my tiny brain could not crack that exam. Not even in it's wildest dream. Since they were coaching classes for 'IIT' and not school the standards of what they taught was high and that freaked me out.

Projectiles and Vectors gave me sleepless nights and I knew the harsh truth that I wasn't built for complex theories and logical application.

I decided, I would take Commerce. Get a graduation in economics or commerce and then look at further options like C.A or MBA. I did sufficient  research regarding that field and saw that it had it's own risks and catches. I stand on a road which bifurcates into two, at one end the horrors of Newton and Rutherford haunt me and on the otherside impassive numbers and data await me. My plans for future are completely bizzare. I know what I want to become, but I don't know what I want to study.

When I decide that I shall take Commerce then the sunny side of Non-medical sciences shows up. When I make up my mind that I shall take Non-medical sciences the horrors confront me. People tell me to come to a conclusion, I'm still thinking and that day is not far when I have to decide. But it looks like I shall declare my decision only on the D-day.