Re-solution Twenty Thirteen

Sun up, blink, sun down and the year is already older by 22 hours.

The beauty about being a human being is that we never fail in pretending to be a grown-up.

We toil and slog throughout our existence to end up in a wheelchair.We fall again in love after falling apart.We believe in come-backs and we also believe in moving on.We call upon those once-upon-a-moment fantasies to whitewash the reality.

We create to recreate,we bound to rebound.

Every 1st of January,the boomerang of resolutions hits us hard.It has been 19 years to never living upto any bunchload of resolution crap and here I’m for the 20^th  time jotting down history.

RE#1   To make a room out of my dustbin and not vice versa.

RE#2  To read the newspaper DAILY .

               Apparently a buddy of mine found herself scratching her forehead to                             the extension of UPA.In that case,I would never have ended up the same.I’d rather bite my fingernails which brings me …

RE#3  To stop biting my fingernails.There have been too many “cringe” moments and spoiler alerts.

RE#4  To stop editing the bread side-crumbs from the holy bread-butter diet which basically comes after innumerable elder-rants and an article on” The prevailing food crises on the Global Canvas.”

RE#5  To flush away all the Pop and Indie Rock soundtracks from my playlist.My ears sense a grave need to try some new genres like dubstep and folk music.

RE#6  To improve my semester grades.*yawn*

RE#7 To practive typind gast withtiut lookinh ay the keybiayt.

RE#8  To give up on my crunchymunchy-craze for Lays because there is always a pimple-my childhood hate mate, all set to screw me right in my face.

RE#9  To live life, queen size ,the way I’ve always it wanted to be. While the mob is busy deciding how I should live my life, i’ll do everything that makes me happy.

RE#10 To stop over-thinking and over-analyzing because afterall everything ends with a “G”.

RE#11 To follow my resolutions and try not to repeat history.

And thus we conclude every year with a mindset to rise above the odds and to achieve greater heights personally and professionally,however dumb it may sound.

We do not need a day to celebrate the demise of a year because a mere numerical change of a date doesn’t really account for any difference in the course of our journey.

The only reason behind is a reason .A reason to stop and a reason to begin, a reason to rejoice and a reason to reunite, a reason to realize and a reason to relive the good and the bad. Just so it makes a difference.

For now, a very happy 365 to one and all.Much-love to all my readers.

She’s the man.!

So,it was the last day of my college fest and as they say,the best is saved for the last.With the final night comes exponential fun and frolic.The thermometer reads high on galore and the mob is charged with excitement.

The lazy person inside me had not managed to piece up with the “Gala” outfit and the ultimate lazy person already made me cross the hour late tag.My soil bag imitated Cartman,the fatass and my wardrobe was all about sadness.

Avoiding further dilly-dallying,i made a bizarre show with the scanty collection i had and somehow reach the venue where i met my boy volunteer buddy.
AWSOME!! >_<

While i was fixing my sneeker prone feet to stiletto mode,he was busy CHIC-ing out in his prolonged-worn sweat drenched nirvana tee and “never-combed” hair.
This was one moment when i couldn’t fight the crave to transform into a guy.Being a guy sometimes can be so easy.Its like rewarding yourself with freedom and oodles of body hair.The best part is you can skip all the unwanted nagging.
So whether its a standing hair segment saluting the vicinity,a pen stain on your nose or just a stupid pimple on a forehead,you can’t care less.

There is no comb,There is no bitch and there is no bitching.

Wake up.Dota.Sleep.

Gossip and envy are absent from your dictionary.Gpl-ing a friend is enough to kickstart your day. 🙂

Standing there beside my friend,i knew i couldn’t do anything but be jealous of him when i received the first rose of the eve.(shh :P)

Now this… is Awesome.

While i was envisioning myself to a dude,did i just skip out on my babe instincts??

Haha!!Ofcorse i did.

Chaps out there, you can never beat the pleasure of receiving a rose or the feeling of going gaga over a pair of stilettos. 😉

There is an amazingly exact species on the planet leading a wonderful life which is way past teutonic knights and Benzema.

When seasons change with the shade of your gloss and a  frizz- free straightener is enough to set your life straight.

We may be emotional,insecure,jealous and whatever extra cons you can count but REMEMBER “we are and hence you are” 😉

From the uber urge to shop like a maniac to being showered with over 100 likes on your lamest snaps,being a girl is well being a girl. 😉

However,you just can’t be alive in a world which only boasts of adam-alikes or eve-alikes.

A complementary prescence is always better than a compulsory abscence.

I believe we all have more valid reasons to fight with God than cribbing over our chromosomal configuration. 😛

I heart Sundays.!! :D

Goodmorning  yawn-ers!!

So,this is just one day when i can’t help myself from being happy(rather flaunting my capped incisor :D) and ofcorse yawning.

The 3 things i can never fail in doing on Sundays

1)      Sleeping  (morning)

2)      Sleeping  (afternoon)

3)      Sleeping  (evening)

Now don’t ask me what i do at night 😛 😉

Well,anyway coming back to Sunday,this day has its own charm.it adds a new dimension to your week – LEISURE.

A day to relax,a day to cheer,a day to remember and a day to smile. 🙂

Every person has their own interpretation of Sunday.while Sundays can be the busiest working day of the week for the sale industry,its an equally lazy day for people like my doctor parents.

As a kid,i was So.in.Love with these 24-8 hrs (8 hours sleep is good for health :P).I got my Momy and Dady,both together for the whole day.

Opening my eyes to see my Ma’s cherubic face,kicking my asleep bro’s ass till he kicked the shit out of me,cuddling in Pa’s lap for the rest of the time and finally brushing at 10:30 a.m. after Ma’s consistent scolding.

The remaining day was a piece of cake.Movies,shopping,picnics and outings dominated the afternoons and evenings and by the onset of night i started to sense my school H.W. pangs.

Nevermind,Mondays were anyway torturous.The 6 day gap felt as hopeless as the first minute of a fluid mechanics lecture.

The week chart went as follows:

Gloomy Monday,boring Tuesday,dry Wednesday,”come fast Sunday!!” Thursday,lazy Friday,superfun Saturday and voila!Sunday. 😀

As i grew up to become a present day engineering student,my juvenile percerption about Sundays disappeared.The longing and excitement for this day perished over the years.

This doesn’t mean i don’t sleep on Sundays anymore,it only means i don’t sleep just on Sundays. ;P

College is simply as drowsy as it sounds.*Yawn*.There is no Sunday and there is no Monday.

No mom :(,no dad :(,no assignments :D,no tension :),no rules ;).

Much of college life is lazy and fun and once you reach it all you care to realise is that Mondays are overhyped and Saturdays are underestimated. 😉

Till then.Toodles.Sleep well.Stay awesome :*