Posted in Attitude, Idealism, Uncategorized


It’s my blog’s birthday today and I thought I would write something today just for the sake of it. It’s been two years and kudos to my inconsistency. Every time I post something I get this positive vibe to post more often, Which of course does not materialize into success. Life guys, life.

So a quick review of what all I have gathered in my kitty in these months:

  • Avoid planning: Unless it’s the only thing to do. I know you all have been told the otherwise and you all have been practicing otherwise but believe me, calm down. Half of your frustration is because you plan way too much. I have been the typical maniac who plans what is gonna be in her wardrobe for next 7 months and when is the next shopping date which would determine the amount of work that needs to be done the preceding week which would also be impacted by the date of the stipend arrival which would depend on the semester registration dates and all this has to be in sync with the menstrual cycle. You get my point? But calm down! No hell is going to break loose if the order changes.

Also, not all your plans would work. 40% is good enough. BREATHE. B.R.E.A.T.H.E




  • Pamper yourself : Please do. Yeah I know early 20s suck. Even late 20s do. Life sucks. But you know what? You can only let it suck so much. That hardly sounds right but again, you get my point. Just freaking buy that dress and go to that new confectionery. And it’s simply okay to sometimes enjoy these luxuries alone. I can’t emphasize enough on being your own muse. But do not deny yourself anything (unless you cannot afford it, please do not rob).
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  • Watch your words : You know this has been “taught” in the moral “science” classes but the world we live in these days, sarcasm is style. I myself am pretty much at it. But trust me, it ain’t cool. These are insensitive times. We as people, are going through weird stuff. Some of us (in fact most, check depression statistics of India) are holding on negative things inside us that do not really surface. But in the fad of being all cool and sarcastic, maybe we are hurting some of these people who would not even tell you that they got hurt. Words are powerful. You may speak and forget, but someone would probably hold on to them for long, maybe forever. Be kind, in words too. Please.
  • Be there for your people: I have learned this one the hardest way. I mean, of course these are crucial times for most of my friends but consider this- I was going through really trying and tough phase and I texted a friend in a weak hour of mine and opened my heart out. Obviously she could not do anything but the least she could do was to call me. Out of courtesy, if not love. That has kind of stuck with me. It’s not that few minutes on the call would have ruined her career. But again, you get my point,right?

On the other hand, this other friend of mine whom I had been so mean to, came up from another city amidst tons of work and personal problems just to make sure I get out of my dark phase.

You know I keep reiterating it but in life, we literally earn people. So when you say somebody is your friend, mean it, act like it. Else, business is a great world.


Source: Mangobaaz


  • Be colorful: I mean I know it’s winter but that does not spell black and grey. Don’t be racist. Don’t be mean to winters. ❤


Warm fuzzy hugs @ 15℃


Posted in Attitude, Letters on lease, love, poetry, Thoughts

Tonight,about light

About lies you told and heard
About right decisions and wrong times,

About outright NOs and painful YESs

About stolen pens and looted memories

About chits in the class and silence in the walks,

About newspapers and red inks.

Tonight, it’s about wars. And cries.

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About preaching mom not to talk like that,

About feeling guilty for talking like that,

About stained pants and washed agony,

About withered walls and bright pictures.

About compass boxes and kitchen sets

And monsters in clouds, and a white dress.

Tonight, it’s about yesterday. And beyond.

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About teary blurs and clear paths,

About stubborn keyboards and blocked contacts,

About rains and parched hearts

About drafts in the mail and updated Instagram.

And earrings, and short hair and long kurtis

About everything out of league.

Tonight, it’s about me. And stars.

Source of featured image : Pinterest

Posted in Attitude, Idealism, Letters on lease, love, Thoughts

Madam Attitude

And why are you always so cynical and headstrong and snobbish about almost everything?”

Because I am a bigtime idealist. I am auto-tuned to ideas of perfection. By that I don’t mean I am prim and proper and excel at everything. What I do, however, is to ensure 100% efforts. Whether in a project or a friendship or any relation whether it is with your mother or father or even the guy sitting next to you. I am a person of words who’d take them as they are and hence loud tones and rude replies irk me to levels much much more than they do to other people. I have this seemingly perfect idea of conversations where we respect others’ words and we love like how love should be. Now people call me judgemental but here’s the thing. Every small gesture is part of the bigger picture for me. So at every sentence and every act, I am picturizing the rationale behind that.  And the deductions are mostly saddening”

Not the most positive or comprehensible thing to hear, but don’t you think this attitude would make you a rather unhappy person?

Oh of course. By all means, I am unhappy. And even there I try to find the larger picture. Like whether it is the color of my walls or arrangement of the furniture or the series I am watching or the people I’m avoiding or things I’m thinking that are making me unhappy. But then, I realize that I fight, argue at petty things and get irked by people only because I know the possibilities of better situations. So I kind of rebel for love. I create havoc, for peace. That’s weird. Even I don’t get it.”

Well,do you even have friends?”

Friends of all kinds. But if your context of asking this was based on the insane replies above, then I would say, I have ONE friend. Who is my world. Not because I share all this with him,but because I don’t feel any of this with him. To him, I am the little sister whom he keeps scolding for not taking enough care of herself only by looking at my skin. To me, he is the brother with whom, I know I have nothing to worry about. We rarely meet. But when we do, he ensures it’s a Thursday so he can force me into eating Chicken. And in that moment, I am the most pampered kid ever. I think of getting him gifts because he deserves everything in the world. But then, I have not found anything precious enough. For him,watching me eat to my heart’s content is enough. I am already feeling happy.”

“You know not many people can handle you,right?”

“I know. I don’t have many people. I manage being a wreck.”