Flaws

Other peoples' opinions are not really welcome these days. The idea of a good friendship is fading away. It's not about guiding your friend into the right path. It's more about agreeing to whatever he says and syncing your opinion with his. If someone comes straight to you and tells you what he feels you should improve on, you consider him being mean or brutally honest. If he says the same amidst a group of people, he's criticizing you. And if he tells it to someone else without your knowledge, he's said to be a 'bitcher'. So basically, he has to keep his opinions all to himself.

Everybody has flaws. Everybody has secrets. Everybody is imperfect. And the worst part is, everybody knows this, but yet they're not ready to accept it. The most popular girl at school doesn't have the picture-perfect life you think she has. And that poor guy at the back of the class probably has the most loving family you'll ever find. We all live behind this wall of judgements we make about others. Often hard to break, but once broken, a sea of guilt washes over you. And next time, you think twice before judging a friend. After all, we always learn lessons the hard way.

P.S. I'm sorry if this one doesn't make much sense. I might have condensed it way too much. It's been a while and I've kindof lost practice maybe? Please let me know what you think.

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Brutally honest

I pulled the earplugs out of my ears and paused the song I was listening to on my phone, when the short story I was reading on wattpad came to an end. It was more of a chat conversation than a story, though. It was 6:07 p.m. I had seventeen hours of journey left. That was a lot, I thought. I had planned on writing it a few chapters for my book but that seemed to be pretty difficult, so I dropped the idea.

I had watched a couple of videos on Carrie Fletcher's channel, which I saved offline on YouTube. There is something about her voice and her expressions that attracts me. Her accent is kinda Scottish and I absolutely love it. It is very much formal compared to the American accent. And one of the videos was about Brutal Honesty, something that I've been thinking about lately.

She stressed on the fact that the idea of truth to be linked with being rude is absolutely ridiculous. It is not necessary that you are supposed to be rude when you are revealing the truth. When you have the choice to tell the same thing in a polite manner, I don't understand why you wouldn't. Who says that by being polite, you are being less honest? What makes you think that being kind would make others think that you're being fake? How can you be brutally mean to a person and defend yourself that you're just "being honest"?

I strongly believe that it is unfair to tell someone straight on their face, in a mean way, that they're dress doesn't suit them. Or that the food they cook didn't taste good. Or that their speech in the assembly didn't sound appealing. I mean, you could probably say something like, "hey I think you should add some more salt". You get what I mean, right?

Modernize?

Transition occurs in everybody's life. Nursery to primary school, primary to elementary school, high school, college, job and so on. We meet new people. Make new friends. Go places. Everyday, we learn new things, and discover different kinds of lifestyles.

It is said that depending on time, we all change. It is believed that the influence around us, whether good or bad, drastically affects our character. And after enough time, we become a wholly different person. In fact, we all have seen this happening to many people in our lives. What they once were, and what they are now isn't even comparable. Circumstances lead us in different directions. But I believe that deep down, their true essence still exists. Or maybe just in my case.

No matter how much i try to fit in, no matter how much i try to 'modernise', as they call it, deep down, i still am that little girl. That little girl who was afraid to think of alcohol. That little girl who would almost cry when she found out that her physics book was missing. That little girl who's biggest worry was not getting an A on her test. That little girl who did not consider going to malls with her friends. That little girl who knew she wouldnt be comfortable with DJ parties. That little girl.....

I definitely relate to their lives and take part in their conversations but deep down, I know I don't really fit in. But isn't that life all about? Will we ever find a place where we totally fit in? A part of me fits on wattpad. A part of me fits at college. A part of me fits somewhere in Toronto, Canada. But wholly, I don't fit in anywhere. Maybe life would be less interesting if I did! 

The greatest battle

The greatest battle, is between what you know, what you want and what you feel. Often you find yourself unable to accept facts that you know are true. The fantasy dissolves you. It doesn't let you believe in reality. Because reality sucks. Atleast that's what we all think.

One reason why we fail to reach our goals, is this. We know what we have to do, but we want to do, is entirely different. I know I have to study chemistry, but I just want to get lost in those amazing videos I just found on a Youtube channel. I know I have to solve the math homework on my own, but I still glance at the solutions because I want to finish it quickly and write a post on my blog. I know chatting with my friends on Facebook will get me nowhere, but I want to hear their stories. It's all about 'want to's taking over our 'have to's. 

And when it comes to what you feel taking over what you know, it gets worse. I know that talking to that person would get me in trouble, but I feel that he's a good human being. I know that he/she has made a mistake, but I feel he/she had a genuine reason for doing so. Or, you know that he/she doesn't like you, but you feel that there is a chance for them to. And all this leads to nothing but overthinking, and in the long run, just regrets. 

And every moment of our life, all of us are constantly drawing thick lines separating our WANTs and HAVE TOs but somehow the line gets smudged. The longer it stays untouched, the stabler is your mind. What about mine, you ask? It probably stays for a nanosecond. 

A forwarded message

This message is beyond all relationships, it's touching reality!

 When I'll be dead.....,
 Your tears will flow,..
 But I won 't know...
 Cry for me now instead!

 you will send flowers,..
 But I won't see...
 Send them now instead!

 you'll say words of praise,..
 But I won't hear..
 Praise me now instead!

 you'll forget my faults,..
 But I won't know...
 Forget them now, instead!

 you'll miss me then,...
 But I won't feel...
 Miss me now, instead!

you'll wish...
you could have spent more time with me,...
Spend it now instead!

Moral......

"Spend time with every person around you, your families, friends, lover, acquainted....
Make them feel Special ,
Because you never know when time will take them away from you forever".

Life is too short.
Love all and Forgive all.
Strength grows when we dare
Unity grows when we pair
Love grows when we share

Relationships grow when we care....!

Who says you can't learn stuff from a ceiling?

The power went off. My eyes took a moment to get adjusted to the darkness in the room. I lay on my back, desperately tugging at the bedspread, for I couldn't afford to miss even a small part of the movie I was watching on the television. Something bright on the ceiling caught my eye. It was Saturn. I bet you're starting to wonder where I'm going with this but trust me, I did see Saturn... Well, the radium sticker of planet Saturn!

When I was younger, my parents and I used to sleep in that room, and at that time, I had got one of those Radium Sky Stickers set. So basically, I have stickers of stars, planets and satellites on the ceiling, which glow in the dark. Memories of me taking all my friends into the room and switching off the light to show them the mini-Universe in my house flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. I had almost forgotten that these things were still there in the room. All these years, they have been glowing every night and I've barely enjoyed watching them.

And as always, I started relating it all to something very familiar, that was the topic of movie I was currently watching. We are often so busy with out lives, that we ignore our very own self. We tend to forget those little things we once enjoyed to do. We forget things that once made our day. We forget the hidden talents we've got.. those hobbies that gave us so much happiness. We're always hunting for something new. We're greedy. I don't say it's wrong, but you see, not at the cost of something you're experiencing right now. Completing one thing is probably better than leaving two unfinished.

I think I should do the same. What have I even gained by creating an account on every site or social network I see? Do I use even one thing whole-heartedly? Probably not. Sometimes I tweet. Something I write a blogspost like this. Sometimes I post something on my Facebook timeline or make an edit for Google Plus. Sometimes I just write in a book. Or sometimes I even record a Voice Blog and post it on my Tumblr. Uh, yes. If you haven't noticed already, I'm an internet addicted freak. Remind me why I keep getting off-track all the time? I'd better shut up.

Mistakes

Everybody make mistakes. Some bigger than the others. Making a mistake doesn't mean you're a loser. It only means you're human.

Life is a long drive. And we are bound to make wrong turns. To take wrong paths. To reach wrong places.To get lost. But then we find our way back. We get back to right route, and we keep going. We often regret our choices, but trust me, everything that happens, happens for our good. We blame ourselves, we get frustrated. We separate ourselves from our loved ones, thinking that the little mistake made by us would probably be repeated again, and that we don't deserve them. But trust me, that only makes things worse. That, infact is worse than the mistake you had made. 

I read a book recently. It teared me up. The boy and the girl had made mistakes. And they fought. They broke up. The pain they had to go through is barely describable. And then they realized that their love was too much to let go. They realized that those mistakes had actually done them good. And also that those mistakes weren't worth losing their love. Moreover, what was done was done, and it could not be changed. All that mattered was the regret, and both of them regretted enough.

If we sulk all the time thinking about a hundred thousand things you could've done or words you could've told, there will be nothing left in our lives other than the "could've"s. All we care about to make things better is 'now' but most of us fail to realize that. 

Whilst reading the book, the only thing that ran through my mind was that if each of the characters looked from the other person's point of view, it wouldn't have come this far. 

 

Just start looking for what could go right than what went wrong. As simple as that. 

Time

Time changes everything. If someone from two generations ago witnessed the things trending on social networks today, they wouldn't believe their instincts. A few years ago, attitude was portrayed as a bad quality. It was a shame to call someone as a person with a hell lot of attitude. But today, attitude signifies power. It signifies strength. You can see people wearing T-shirts that say "I'm a good person with a bad attitude" or "If attitude could kill, I'd be the deadliest weapon in the world."

I'm not saying that this is wrong. I am just amazed at how time changes it all. It changes the meaning of words. It changes the perception of things. A decade ago, you call someone a bitch, and it would be considered the biggest insult ever. Today, you see people calling each other like "Hey bitch, what's up?" And changes like these often cause misunderstandings too. Someone replies to you "such a cunt" in a playful way. Let's suppose you do not know what 'cunt' means. You google it. It says: Derogatory term for a woman. Considered by many to be the most offensive word in the English language.


You're obviously offended, while the person conversing with you hadn't meant it at all. Let's take another example. There's this channel called 'Superwoman' on Youtube. She's pretty famous. She makes a lot of relatable videos and she's actually quite nice. So I was watching this video of hers called "What Smileys really mean?" or something along the same lines. I was surprised because most of the emojis meant must different to her than how they did to me. Maybe the problem is that, nobody has ever made a hard and fast rule for what those emoticons mean. It just depends on ourselves and our friends how we use them. And the problem arises only when we talk to a person from a totally different country where they're in a totally different society and hence very much different way of perceiving things. One guy online was surprised when I called him 'dude'. I call almost all my friends 'dude' at college. It doesn't make any difference at all. But to him, it really meant something else. Maybe. And I still don't know what it might have been. Well, all that matters here is that we are supposed to be very clear while expressing our views. Often, the wrong message is conveyed, It's way worse than a game of Chinese Whisper.

The pyramid

I looked out of the window as I was done with a third of The Alchemist. I stared deep into the emptiness of the sky. In the distance, a mountain peak caught my eye.
Most of the lower part of the mountain was blocked from my vision, so I could only see its top. It looked like a grey pyramid. I looked down to the book in my lap, and smiled to myself, for its cover had two pyramids on it.
It is in fact amazing that whenever our mind is in a certain mindset, nature decides to portray itself accordingly.
I looked back outside the window and this time the mountain peak was gone. All i could see were houses and trees. But its image lay undisturbed in my mind.
This happens to us in everyday life. When you want to watch a movie you find its posters everywhere. Posters that went unnoticed by you the last time you passed by.

Breathtakingly Beautiful

Last night it was raining heavily here in Vizag and we went for a drive along the beach. The speciality of Vizag is that the mountains make you feel like you're in a hill station and you also have the beach since its on the coast. The eastern ghats look so amazing in the ocean. However, being night time we couldn't see the mountains in the ocean yesterday. But whenever the lightning struck, the outline of the mountains was illuminated and it looked simply marvelous. I felt like witnessing that beauty was enough to be considered as a reason for my existence.

The river

I averted my gaze to the river outside the train window as I sensed that we were on a bridge. It had somehow managed to distract me from the book I was reading on Wattpad.

At first I looked far off, where the water meet the sky and was amazed by its beauty. As I looked further close I observed a lot of artificial features. Something brown was floating on the water and all the grass was topped with plastic items. I wondered if I had the right to blame the people around, for what they do isn't any different from what people at my place do. I mean, we don't make sure that the drainage that leaves our house is treated. It might be going into a nearby lake and we'd have no idea whilst boating in the same lake.

And when we bring up issues like these while talking to others, they say "It's India... You can't expect better." Isn't there anything we can do to bring a change in this attitude? I'd agree the prime minister has taken some measures and that's really cool and everything, but not many people actually care.

All I can do right now is hope, that the next time I come this way, maybe Krishna river will actually regain its natural beauty.

The greatest oxymoron

What is it called to be chronophobic but yet not do anything to make our future better? That describes my life.

I'm not guilty but I repent. I'm so worried yet so carefree. So busy yet so bored.
Life by itself is a kind of oxymoron, isn't it? It's a blend of contrasts. Just like how nature is made of different yet perfectly combined colours. It's a puzzle that seems to be impossible to complete, but at the end somehow everything fits in. At least, that's what we hope, and that hope leads us through life.

Today I realized how difficult it is to take things that I usually advice people to, for I couldn't do the same myself. I'd been constantly battling with myself, obviously discussing with my inner self the pros and cons of every possibility, and that, as usual, only made it worse. It so happens that sometimes, talking to a friend about something, even though they don't give you any advise, helps better than talking to yourself because no matter how much you try, you're only 'one mind' as a whole and you can't expect the good part in you to convince the bad or vice-versa.

Well I guess I got off the track.

Change

Sometimes there is just too much change in life. I feel no shame in admitting I hate too many changes. I do agree change is necessary, but it's not always pleasant.

People change, things change, situations change, places change, everything changes. Everything.

You plan something and all your plans are shattered due to some sudden change.

You're good friends with someone and then their life changes and so does your role in it.

Change just makes your life a mess, at most times. But the same change teaches us to walk through our troubles. Change, is just something we can't really judge. Even though it is said that everything that happens if for our own good, I'm never convinced that change is always good. 

Like everything else in the world, change has it's pros and cons. 

One says she doesn't like change because she's already got attached to those around her and it takes time for her to love those new things around her! Well it is true. Half our life is spent adapting to changes around us. And by the time we manage to completely adapt ourselves, there's another change right before us ready to freak us out. 

Another one said: Change ? :D full of happiness ! Obvio coz mood swings every now n then .:D :")

One answer that pleased me most was: Change. My views about change tend to alter. I'm not the kind of person who is fond of changed unless it's for the better. I need a lot of time to get accustomed to a thing that has changed. Change, even in a positive manner is tough for me. I dislike change. I like routine. I like being boring. I'm used to it. It's the way I am.

That answer reminds me of something. Probably Quentin Jacobsen, from Paper Towns. He said something about liking routine, about liking boredom, much unlike Margo Roth Spiegelman. Well, you'd understand that only if yo read or watch Paper Towns. I'm presently in a dilemma whether to watch it or not, because generally movies that are made based on books, disappoint those who have first read the book. I didn't watch TFIOS for the same reason. 

Getting back to change, I think the most important change, is change in priorities. Our riorities keep changing all the time. Something we once craved about, might no longer mean anything to us. Someone whose existence you didn't even acknowledge, might now mean the world to you.

But no matter what, it is important to realize that change, is meant to be, and you have no choice rather than to accept it, for that's the best way to cope with it. Fighting against it, at almost all times, only makes things worse. 

Why life?

Life is such a confusion. It's like you have it all planned, but yet you have no idea what to do. It's like you have all the time in the world but yet you want more. It's like you have a hell lot of friends but you don't know whom to turn to.

It's just a constant battle between reality and imagination. A battle between yourself and the rest of the world. Sometimes I feel the very concept of our busy lives funny. We're just a speck of dust compared to the universe and I feel like there is literally no point in struggling so hard building up our future and finally settle in the graveyard. I just wonder: why? Why do we have to face so many things? Why do we have to go through so much? Why do we have to even survive? Why are people even afraid of doomsday? Isn't it really peaceful to not exist at all? Are the tiny little moments of joy and happiness worth all this mess?

The list of questions is endless. It just keeps going on forever. Some questions just don't have answers. And trying to find their answers give you nothing but a headache. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I'm insane to think this way. I wonder if everyone around me wonder about such stuff. Well that was a lot of 'wonder's :D

I recently watched a movie called 'My Sister's Keeper' starring Cameron Diaz. It had me in tears. The cancer patient in that movie wanted to be liberated. Oh no, we're getting back to the 'life and death' topic again! 

Shoutout to my twitter :P

So.. hey guys :)
It's not like I haven't had any ideas to blog about.. It's just that I don't have enough time, and well, patience haha. So... whatsoever pops up into my head, I tweet about it. So I was wondering if you like to check my twitter page once in a while.
Click here to go to my twitter profile.

Have a wonderful week ahead!
Lots of Love.

Assumptions (not really)

What kind of thoughts flash into your mind when you read the title of this post?
To me, I remember certain assumptions I made in life, or some of my friends who assume things and start worrying about them, when they're not even close to happening.

I assumed that my parents knew nothing about me. I was pretty much sure about that, actually. I thought I was extremely good at hiding emotions. I always thought I was very patient and short-tempered was a phrase that wouldn't describe me anytime in my life. But my assumptions turned out to be quite wrong. I am probably not comfortable to explain how or why in detail right now, but I had been wrong.

I'm not as patient as I think I am. I get restless very soon. But I don't really show it out. I'm stubborn. Yes, I'm quite stubborn but my school friends will never agree to it. I wonder why but I feel my true qualities are showing out <i>now</i>. By 'now', I mean in the past few weeks. A year ago, my passion for writing wasn't even half of what I've developed right now(it's less now too, though). I'm more honest with my words these days. Oh well, don't get the wrong meaning. I don't mean that I've not been honest all my life xD I mean, I've become more expressive. I don't hide many things. I just speak out casually. There's nothing on my mind which is not known to <i>anyone</i>. But well, at the same time, there is nobody who knows everything on my mind.

Is it the same with you? As far as I know, many of you have one of your parents or your siblings as your best friend and you keep them updated with every single detail in the sketch of your life. I don't treat anyone like that. I'm not sure if it's because i'm not <i>that</i> comfortable with anyone. Or maybe I don't trust anyone like that. Sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

I have no idea why I'm writing this right now. I've drifted from Assumptions to My Life, and I'd like to apologize for that.

Inspiration

Apparently, I've been spending way more time on Youtube than earlier, and I've discovered a ton of new things.
Youtube has redefined inspiration for me. I realized that there are a hell lot of people in world with totally different lives and the ways in which they've coped with reality amuses me more than anything else.

I watched Lizzie Velasquez who's got a syndrome which doesn't let her gain any weight. She was titled the world's most ugliest woman, by youtubers. She was bullied, isolated, laughed at, but none of that stopped her from being successful in life. Today, she is one of the most famous motivational speaker, and the author of three books.

Have you heard about living dolls? I hadn't, until an hour ago. I watched this 40 minute long TLC Documentary about three living dolls, and was awed. It was rather strange to know that people like to live like dolls. Dress like them, look like them, behave like them.. all round the clock. One of them was discouraged by her family and friends and yet she overcame it. According to her, living in the fantasy world helps her like herself better. It makes her feel more confident, rather than embarrassed. To be honest, I don't really understand how walking down a busy street in a long maroon wig, big dark eyelashes and 18th century gowns makes one feel much more confident, but what matters is that she does what she wants in spite of all the hate she is exposed to. 

Leave alone dressing, they undergo dangerous surgeries to look more like a doll. Trust me, google Justin the Living Doll, and I'm gonna have to remind you to shut your open jaws! 

Something similar, a woman wants to have the world's smallest waist. She wore corsets everyday for three whole years, even during the night and now her waist is like, really really tiny. The corset has like, become a part of her body. She can't even manage to stand straight without the corset. And obviously her organs are crushed and that has bad effects on her health. She has breathing problems and she can't eat much for a meal. She has to take ten small meals for a day. Not to be rude or anything, I do not consider it to be beautiful. It's rather painful to look at that small waist of hers. But I respect her choice. At least she chose to do something unique in her life, unlike me, just another girl sitting on the other side of the computer screen.

So, when I write about all these people with the heading 'Inspiration', please don't mistake that I wanna do something like be a living doll, or get into the Guinness book of records. All I'm trying to emphasize on, is that, they really crossed all the barriers and did what they love. They chose their passion. They dreamt, and they made their dreams come true.

Creepy Coincidence :')

Mirrors

I was standing in the train, waiting for the station to arrive. There was a glass window opposite to me. It was way past evening and i could see two images on the glass of the window.

1. Reflection of myself and other passengers in the train.

2. Image of people in another train to the other side of the window.

My thoughts flew back to John Green's words.. how he often talked about mirrors and people not being able to show us the right reflection of ourselves. It made very little sense to me in the beginning, and it still is a little blur in my head -probably blame my age- but yet I find it pretty fascinating. 

On second thought, you can consider that glass as a person. We have two choices, either concentrate on what we see through the glass, or on our reflection on it. Similarly, we can either see through the person, i.e., judge him or her based to their behaviour towards everyone else, or see our reflection, i.e., judge him or her only based on their behaviour towards us.

I'd leave the rest of the thinking to you.

Have a wonderful day :)

The struggle for attention.

I was just spending some time on twitter when a thought popped up in my head. Well, my brain doesn't come up with ideas very often so I decided I would share it here.

Attention, is something most of us thrive for. We just want to be noticed. We want to be heard. We always want to get what we deserve. (But most of the time, we don't even know what we deserve, right? :P)

The best example is the tweet i've chosen to post here. In this tweet, R.L.Stine, the famous author, has replied to my tweet. I probably want to gain more people's attention by showing his tweet and maybe I want to kinda show-off (not really showing-off! xD) that I got Mr. Stine's attention!

Anyway, getting back to what actually popped up into my head...
Since my twitter feed was getting a hell lotta spammed, I decided to unfollow some of the comedy accounts. I've always been this greedy person who didn't want to miss out on any of the fun online. I wanted to be updated with every new thing on here, and so, to convince myself to unfollow a few accounts, I told myself that:

If a tweet is good enough and worth seeing/reading, it will be retweeted a thousand times and finally reach me anyway!

If you're a reader of my blog, it is high time you figured out that I always compare things. So here I cmpare again... The tweets to humans.

If someone is talented enough, their work will be appreciated, talked about, advertised and circulated so much -thanks to the internet- that it will reach people who are in high designations in that field, and the person would achieve success in life. There is no point in struggling for attention.

But then again, you might argue not everyone gets an opportunity in this big bad world, and I may have to agree, but I'm just trying to put another thought of mine into words here.

P.S. One might say this is something obvious, something that everyone knows, and that I'm just making a fool out of myself blogging such a simple thing, and I totally agree with you if that's your opinion, because things obvious to one aren't always obvious to everybody else.

Beneath that smile.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is to lie to yourself. Lie, that everything will be fine. Lie, that whatsoever problems you face will eventually fade away. Lie, that just smiling would wipe out all your troubles.

In fact it does help, for the momentary happiness but later on you find yourself sobbing again.

A lot of posititvity has been spreading all around Google Plus and Wattpad these days, inspiring me too to write something about it. Everybody tells you that you're not alone. Everybody lens you a shoulder to cry on. Everybody encourages you to smile through your problems, but what they don't teach you, is to actually accept the situation as it is, and smile whilst trying to make the situation better.

If you just sit in front of Lord Ganesha's idol all day, you can't expect an A on your exam. Well, you should probably pray a little, but you sure should spend some time going through your text book.
Similarly, just smiling and pretending that things are going to be fine will not help. You should try your level best to do something about it, and that would even give you confidence that your hardwork can't go in vain, and hence your problems will definitely disappear someday.

One of the most crucial problems we face today, is too much of sympathy. Share your sorrow with people, and they sympathize. Not everybody, but some do. You should be smart enough to choose whom you can share your problems with. And also limit the number of people whom you share 'em with.

Whenever you feel bad about your fate, remember, you would never agree to exchange your problems for anybody else's. Only when you look deep into their life, far beneath that fake-smile on their lips, will you realize what kind of issues they have to deal with in their lives.

Best Thing - Dream come true

One of the best things that can ever happen to you is having your dream come true. 

I always enjoyed reading. And then I found Wattpad. And then I was inspired to write. And so I did. 

And now I have readers. Not a hell lot, but a handful, and I'm really thankful for them. For the first time, someone out there made a cover for my book. It's a stepping stone, isn't it? I'm so happy for myself right now. I never expected I would write my third book. (Well my first two aren't completed yet, but anyway!) 

Just know that each and everyone of you, who encouraged me with appreciation, mean a lot to me :) A lot. I'd like to put a thousand O's between the L and T but that would be too kiddish :P 

You might not really believe it, but I have a screenshot of most your comments on my book. I know that most you reading this blogpost aren't probably readers of my book and most of my readers have no idea that this blog exists, but I'm just expressing gratitude and I'll try to make sure they'll know about it. 

And oh yes, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, just click here. 

Have a wonderful week, lovelies :)

Great Video: Boys in Books are Better

I found really......... worth sharing! :)

Comparison

According to me, there are two kinds of music.

Songs, to be more precise.

One, you fall in love with the song as soon as you hear it. You go high every time it plays. It's the only thing you can think of for a month. But as new music albums discover you, it slowly fades away.. It becomes a mere memory. 

Two, you don't really appreciate the song. "Well, it's good", you say, faking a smile. But sometime later, you find yourself humming the tune. You realize, that it's actually nice. And as time goes, you love it more and more. No matter how many new songs release, this one has its own place on your playlist.

I found myself humming one such tune yesterday(the latter one), and I just started wondering, if I could compare this to people in our lives.

Two kinds of people.

The first type of people brighten your life all of a sudden. You start to believe that they're the most important part of you life. But eventually, they part. They get busy with their life. And they go finding new people, leaving you with a bunch of memories, that do nothing more than make you feel low.

And the second type? You don't really care who they are at the beginning. You never realize when you get closer to them. But they last a lifetime. 

Check this cool poem ;) I liked it :)

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Hey bloggers!!
Long time!
I was just thinking, why don't I get back to blogging for a little!

So, What's up?
I've read some books and watched some interesting movies while I was away.
I finished the first series of Percy Jackson and it was absolutely awesome :)
One paranormal book, titled Possessed, by Natasha Preston, kept me hooked. I guess the title pretty much tell you it's about something ghostly... Anyway, I wasn't very much convinced with the ending.

About music, I've started listening to Hollywood. Blankspace by Taylor Swift and The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez top my favourites!! <3

And notable movies.. well, PK was one good movie. The story was touching as well as message-oriented. I did feel like some of it was replica of an older Hindi movie, titled 'Oh My God', but anyway, the film was a big hit in the box office. It's still running in theaters, i suppose.
'Oka Laila Kosam' was great too :) It's a good family entertainment drama. Just the kind of movie I enjoy watching with family.
And this cute one, "Oohalu Gusagusalade", is a perfect blend of comedy and romance.
Going back to the black-and-whites, I watched 'Pelli Pramanalu', a 1958 film starring the great Nageswar Rao garu. T'was good too :)

Fortunately enough, I also seemed to have realized that what really matters at the hour is my academics. I hope I keep up the spirit and do well in my board exams!

And oh, by the way... I received a comment on one of my stories.. They loved my book and they wanted me to update. Nothing could've made me happier!!