We All Have Been Degraded.

Midnight Musings

Signet — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 21:42:22 +0000

What if this life we live is nothing but a dream? What if we wake up someday to find ourselves in some different part of the world as someone completely different? What if our real lives are completely fucked up so we dreamt ourselves up a nice little world in our heads? What if you’re actually a giraffe or a zebra dreaming of being a human?

What if in a parallel universe, our mythology is their science and their mythology, our science? And who is to say they are wrong and we are right?

If a time machine’s been invented in future, that means we could have met a time traveler and not realised it. Maybe someone you walk by in the market tomorrow is someone from the 22nd century and you wouldn’t even realise.

What if water is actually poisonous and it takes eighty years to kill us?

What if normal people are actually crazy and the crazy people are sane, maybe the ‘normal’ people are just more in number?

What if the life we’re living is actually the after-life and those who die are actually being reborn into the real world?

Who’s to say what’s wrong and what’s right?

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PS- It’s my beloved blog’s 2nd birthday!

Hello, 2012!

Signet — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 12:39:07 +0000

It feels like just yesterday I was typing a post welcoming 2011 into existence while bidding adieu to 2010, and here I am again, saying hello to 2012, another year, another beginning. Reminds me how fleeting time actually is. 2011 was, in one word, boring. Well, of course there were some highs too, but for the major part, it was blah. The worst thing that happened this year was 11th grade. It sucked so frickkin’ much. I bet 12th grade sucks even more. On the other hand, the good things that happened this year include my new cell phone, scoring a perfect 10 CGPA in the 10th grade, having my bestfriends stick by me a whole another year. I’m thankful for all that, I’m thankful for my family which annoys the hell out of me sometimes and I’m thankful for being alive to see another year being born.

New Year is also a time for making new promises to yourself, hoping you’ll be able to live up to your expectations and then a week later, going ‘What the hell, I’m not making any resolutions ever again.’ But we still make them and at least, we try. On that note, here is my list of resolutions which I hope to be able to keep.

Be regular with my blog.
Work out daily.
Eat less junk.
Try and read more books. (Suggestions?)
Study harder.
Learn sign language.
Stop caring about what others think so much.

I hope you all have a safe and great night and an amazing 2012. If the world is ending this year, we might as well live it up. Happy new year!

Love,

Signet.

Away

Signet — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 14:41:07 +0000

He floated away,

Like the coloured patterns,

Behind my tight shut eyelids.

He slipped away, like water,

From between my fingers.

He flew away, like a scavenger,

Never to return.

Like embers he glowed,

Like smoke he vanished.

He never was mine,

Like the smell of earth before the rain,

He faded,

Back to where he came from,

The earth.

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Now Playing | Lego House – Ed Sheeran

Woes Of An Eleventh Grader

Signet — Tue, 17 May 2011 09:13:10 +0000

Sure, it’s just been a few weeks into the 11th grade and I’m already broken and exhausted. I’ve not been exercising, hardly get anytime to surf the internet, the extra coaching classes I’m taking is making my life super busy and that’s not the end of it. A test after another doesn’t help either. PLUS, I AM MISSING OUT ON THE LATEST EPISODES OF DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES. There, I said it.

In other news, my summer vacations are starting from the 20th of May, so maybe I’d have much more time with my beloved blog.

Well, this has been a pretty small update on my otherwise really boring life.

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Now Playing | E.T. – Katy Perry

Mission : Fit, Fast and Healthy

Signet — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 07:39:13 +0000

So, I’ve decided what my aim is going to be this summer – get fit, fast and healthy! This is me taking on the challenge, one step at a time and I’m ready to go for it because I’ve realised that sitting here are lamenting won’t help my cause, I need to work for what I want. I want to feel strong and happy. Because fit is the new black.

Here’s what I’m going to do-

Lots of cardio.
Little toning exercises alongside.
Stay strong and focused.
Give up junk and try to eat healthier.
Lose the chub.

I know I’m going to slip up and binge every now and then but I’m not giving up.

I’m posting this here so whenever I feel like giving up, I read this and decide not to.

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Signet — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 12:01:04 +0000

Hey there readers,

I haven’t really written anything in like a month and since I have nothing to write now also, I’ll leave you with a few nice pictures I found while going through my random shit. I just felt the need to update my blog so you all won’t think I’m dead or something. More posts on their way, I promise.

A few things here :

I am not saying that I’m a good photographer, these are just a few snaps I like. And I’m sorry for not writing very often, it’s because I have my examinations going on. On that note, a small request, pray for my good grades, pray for India to win the Cricket World Cup ’11 and pray for Japan.

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Now Playing | Born This Way – Lady Gaga

It’s Raining Bats and Balls

Signet — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 12:27:50 +0000

Every eye glued to the television, each heart beating wildly, lips muttering silent prayers, all the while hoping that the ball currently hurtling towards the batsman in blue will go flying straight out of the stadium. The whole country, united for once, all the people sitting with their fingers crossed, hoping for each ball to hit those three standing wickets behind the batsman when the blue jersey clad men take on the field. Never mind you own a television or not, never mind the homework, the examinations or all the work that’s still left to do, if India’s playing, everything can wait. That’s what cricket does to us Indians.

You can miss out on the breakfast, you can bunk a few classes, you can put off the work to tomorrow, but you can’t miss out when the Indian cricket team is playing. It’s the time to kick some serious ass this year.

Goooooooooooooooo Indiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

You know what’s funny?

Signet — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 12:51:12 +0000

How we fear standing out, so we chose to look all the same.

How we are dying to be noticed, dying to be heard.

How we are never satisfied with what we have and we always want something more.

How we dream big and then chicken out.

How we are so obsessed with perfection that we forget to appreciate the beauty of imperfections.

How we take life for granted even when we know today can be our last.

How we want to fit in so much that we forget who we really are.

How we always try to be someone who we are not.

How we think we are not beautiful enough, not valuable enough, not good enough.

The truth is, you are beautiful, with all your imperfections. You will be heard and noticed. There’s nothing wrong about standing out, being who you are, with all you little quirks and differences. There’s nothing wrong about voicing out your opinions, taking a stand for what you believe, dreaming big and pursuing them. Life is too short to be someone who you aren’t.

Raise your glasses, for I’m sixteen!

Signet — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 19:26:12 +0000

How are you supposed to feel when you’re sixteen? Do I feel like all grown up, or like I’m still a kid before the adulthood strikes me with all its responsibilities? Maybe a bit of both, for I’m still a little kid at heart and will forever remain so.

When I was a little girl, sixteen was too many a number of years to live for me. At sixteen you were supposed to be mature and being in tenth grade was practically an unimaginable nightmare for me. But here I am, almost through with the tenth grade, forced to wake up and finally decide what I want to be when I grow up (which I still haven’t, by the way), and finally, sixteen. When I was a little girl, the ‘sweet’ sixteen birthday was my ultimate ‘girly’ fantasy and this birthday, though not exactly like the one I used to dream about, was super amazing and surprising!

My bestfriends are the best bestfriends in the whole world. I mean, thanks for making it so special. I never thought it was possible to feel like poop and extremely ecstatic in the same day! And I think it’s safe to say this birthday was by far the best birthday I ever had. Thank you, friends, for such amazing and surprisingly thoughtful gifts.

That being said, I sign off now as a sixteen year old little girl. I hope this year is as good as they say sixteenth year is!

Yes, I'm aware of the fact that I look like a troll and we all have extremely horrible face expressions, but I like it.

Now Playing | Laung Da Lashkara – Patiala House

PS – I love you, Isha and I missed you. (You too, Chinky, but not as much!) <3

How to survive Mumbai’s Local Trains

Signet — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 08:56:35 +0000

If you’ve been lucky enough to have an one to one with Mumbai’s famous local trains, you have a companion right here. From my brief experience on this sacred mode of transportation in the city of dreams, I’ve come to know that these local trains are not just trains, they are the blood flowing in Mumbai’s veins. The system carries more than 6.9 million commuters on a daily basis and constitutes more than half of the total daily passenger capacity of the Indian Railways itself, as stated by the Wikipedia. In fact, the first ever passenger train in India was inaugurated here, so you can well imagine the connection Mumbai has with the railways since the very beginning.

I’ve been brought up in Delhi region and had never (okay, maybe once, when I was a small little girl. I don’t really remember.) traveled by Mumbai’s local trains, until recently when I went to Mumbai for my cousin’s wedding. All I wanted to do in Mumbai was visit Juhu beach and travel on local trains, and my wish was fulfilled. What I didn’t know was, how hard it is to travel in a train full of people with barely any place to stand wearing a pant which is full of sand and salt.

Here’s what I noticed about the famous local train system of Mayapuri, being a girl from the Metro Trains area of Delhi -

You can well imagine now.

Your ability to shout, push and elbow people is going to be put to good use here if you’re travelling during the rush hours. This system of local trains is highly inspired by Darwin’s theory of ‘Survival of the fittest‘. And if you’re wearing a three-inch stiletto, you’re already a step ahead at winning the battle which is fought here everyday.

Ladies’ compartment is also a shoppers’ heaven. You’ll find every cosmetic product here, right from nail paint, hair-clips, hair-bands to mascara and eye-liner, and that too at extremely cheap prices. I got myself a hair-clutcher for five rupees. Also, you get nice eatables, if you’re into timepass-munchies.

There will always be a shouting-match between two people for no reason, or maybe for a reason, I don’t understand Marathi so I couldn’t figure out what the whole bickering was all about.

You have to ask where all the passengers in your vicinity will get off and if there’s someone whose getting off before you are, consider yourself blessed! You’ll get to sit, congratulations!

I’m sure you won’t ever have to worry about working out if you just travel twice daily by the local trains. All the pushing, climbing up, looking for a place to sit, and getting out of the train roughly amounts to all the cardio you’ll do in a hour at gym.

You’re never going to get bored sitting in a local train, you have my word on it. If you’re into reading, you have nice pamphlets and messages stuck on the walls, if you’re into talking and socializing, there are so many people around you, ready for a chit-chat and if you’re into people-watching, you’ve stepped into the people-watching-heaven.

Never ever board a local train if you have sand in your pants. It’s extremely painful, trust me, I’ve learnt the hard way.

So, that’s from my experience. A few things that I noticed, they maybe incorrect considering my inability to speak Marathi and it was the first time I had an encounter with the famous local trains. Sure, it was a funny experience, but it was something I’ll never forget. And also, salute to those who commute through local trains on a regular basis.

Till the next time,

Signet