Blog-aholic.

Everyone seems to be Blogging these days.

Which makes me so outrageously,stalkishly,fanatically thrilled.

I love reading about other peoples thoughts/opinions and views on the most intense or random subjects of life.

Its just so refreshing.

I have seen a pattern here,people seem to investigate their minds for thoughts and questions,they quite frankly,think that aren't important enough for normal life and they stow one "useless" thought upon an other and in no time,in my eyes,i get to experience what it likes being them.

Through Blogging,i have realised that,the friend that has always been the confident and bubbly one,wants to run away and never look back and the shy girl in my class,writes the best "amateur "poems,i have read in a very long time.

I think,I have found something about me that I never really knew how to explain.I love distorting peoples perception about other people.I try to make people realise that there are numerous facets of a persons personality.It all is kinda selfish really because to some extent,the only reason i do try to make people not stereotype is because i love surprising people and saying "i told you so.."seems very immature,but Oh well.

Breathe...

"We are on the eve of death"-Said a close friend

and my reaction,you may ask? 

Well, A very timid and quite smile.

Its interesting how the Blog-sphere is full of people bitching about the dreaded result day and of course,i understand their nervousness,apprehensions and fear but some how i just seem to be living in a bubble outside of this pit of sadness.

Don't get me wrong,I have my hours in which "I KNOW I AM GOING TO FAIL" but it seems like i posses magic powers and i just "snap out" of it.Though,of course i know,i don't really have magic powers(i truly wish i did ) but what i do have is a very very realistic mind and when this God bestowed mind realizes how unproductive all this mourning is BEFORE you even know what your result is going to be,its kind off shuts off on me.

We all will know,if we are going to flunk or exceed but until we don't,lets just all take a deep breath and know that us wrapping our selves with our preconceived notions of failure or success is not going to help us,in any way.

So,lets just enjoy the one peaceful day we have left,until we get harassed by relatives and friends asking

"kya aya "

Teasingly Familair

His arms felt like jagged stones,wrapped around me.

His breath cold as ice.

His stare as devious as Satan.

I knew my whole world was changing,disappearing and dissolving.

It was crashing down,tumbling and in the distant i could hear her whispering,

"Its Over.Its Done.Its Over.Its Done....."

He tangled his hands in my hair and drew me close,so teasingly familiar.

Just when i knew it was The End.

My whole world began to burn and like a jolt of life.I was back to reality.