The Silence of My Voice

It's Day 10! Teehee. =D You can know about the routine  here . So the day's confession is about MUSIC.   Your favourite song, the story behind it.    Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Music was apparently the only escape in life when everything turned its back toward me. It took me out of the blues, and held me my ground all the time.  The post will be updated late night. You can even have the morning to yourself, if you wish. Still lazy to work, and excited about college trip, Ak.

SO sorry about the late post. Too much work, and sleep deprivation. Day nine. You can know about the routine  here . So today's confession is about THE DARK SECRET. Everyone has it. Deep down. The one you didn't even allow for your soul to see.  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Enough said. <3 The post will be updated late night. You can even have the morning to yourself, if you wish. Hopelessly ignoring work, Ak.

Day ateeeeee! Ha, funny! Day 8, companèros. You can know of the routine  here . So the confession for the day is MADNESS. That one insane incident that either gives you goosebumps, or makes you roll each time with laughter.  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Okay, the world now, for sure, knows the kind of enduring madness I ensue. Although my last post had been about dreams, but this one dream is what drives me to madness and fear. Strange dream, though. Sometimes that's all I get. I see an endless flight of steps, leading to light. I keep on descending...

A week! =D You can check about the routine  here . So the confession for the day is DREAMS.   EVERYONE has that one fulfilled, unfulfilled dream, or a quest for the same.    Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Tawang . Switzerland of India. High end waterfalls, all year round snow, limitless tranquility. A place so silent, you almost feel you're touching the sky. That's where I want to be. The post will be updated late night. You can even have the morning to yourself, if you wish. On the verge of....oh whatever, Ak.

Cool. So Day 6. Know about the routine  here . And today's confession is about HATRED.  What is it that you hate most, why?  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Almost all throughout my life. Hatred, as they say, always has some love wrapped in its ugly folds. Uh-uh. It always has reasons, grudges, and a whole lot of misunderstanding from the opposite side.  "You can never dance like others." "You're a girl. You'll be a sucky Guitar player. Don't insult the instrument by playing it, please." "You are an insult to the ...

Yellow!  Day 5. You can know about the routine  here . So today's confession is about RAIN.  What is your favourite memory of it?  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. " Some people feel the rain, Others just get wet" - Bob Marley Somewhere in 2006. "Come on. Please. Sirf ek baar." "I hate the place it's becoming out there. No way." "Pleeeeaaaassseeeeee? You find it okay to play football in mud, but are uncomfortable to walk in the rain?" "Arrrggghhh. Woh football hai. Get lost." "Pl...

Okay, companèros. Day 4. You can know about the routine  here . So the day's confession would be about YOUR TEACHER CRUSH.  We all have gone through middle and high school having a crush on a teacher. There's either a sweet story, or an embarrassing incident behind it.  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. Somewhere around 2010-2011 *sob sob* "Akanksha? Why aren't you in class, honey? What's wrong?" "Nothing, Sir. I might just be PMSing. That's all. I'll get back at it." "You don't weep when you PMS. Tell me...

Wooookay! Day 3! =D You can know about the routine  here . So today's confession would be about THE PART IN HARRY POTTER WHICH MADE YOU CRY.  OKAY. Yeah, fine, I cried at a point too.  Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. The post will be updated late night. You can even have the morning to yourself, if you wish. Almost every night.  The last few chapters of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows are my silent haven. Every night, I read those last couple of chapters bit by every bit. Without fail - so much, I know it like the back of my hand. Each ni...

Apologies for the late post. Work has wrapped its tail around me, and is squeezing the life out of me. You can read about it  here . So the topic for today's confession is GIFTS.   Everyone has that one gift, one incident, one box, one wrapping paper they always store as one sweet memory. Confess it! [FACEBOOK PEOPLE YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box. The post will be updated late night. You can even have the morning to yourself, if you wish. Sometime in 2008. Valentine's. Day of the doves and the loves. Whatever. Never understood the real crux to it. But two years prior to th...

Aaaaaaaaalrighty then! It's DAY ONE.  I'll be choosing a topic over which you have to confess something, by whatever you decipher. If you're new to this, you can know the back-story  here .  So the topic for today's confession issssssss HIDE N' SEEK.   Everyone has a story in every hide n' seek game they ever played. There's ALWAYS that one time when you come out from the bushes late, and imprint a question mark to everyone's faces. So waaaat eees eeeyyyaaarrrr issstooorryyy?  Confess it! [ FACEBOOK PEOPLE. YOU CAN JOIN IN TOO.] You can write your confessions on your respective blogs, mail the links for the same at akanksha1293@gmail.com. OR, if you don't want to reveal your identity, and think your story might embarrass you, no problemó! You can mail your confessions to me, and I, and only I would be witnessing your confessions. They would only be posted on my blog - no identity revealed. I'd be your confession box.   So you have t...

Okay, then. Too much monotony in life is persisting. So much that, not even Metal helps. CAN YOU BEAT THAT? METAL ISN'T HELPING!  FML. If you guys can look out for any sort of nice music that MAKES SOME BLOODY SENSE.  And now that I've discovered that writing helps me stay alive, shoo away the sleep, and gives, well, a productive break form work, I'm going to start a little something. Confession time? Oh, most definitely!  So, yeah! It's Confessions all the way. For the next thirty days, I'm going to post one confession each day - and probably share the story behind it [This. Is. Optional.].  I'm going to confess about any one pre-decided thing, and post.  And I'd be more than happy if you guys would join in. Yeah. My Facebook friends who follow me, you can do this too. I'll post your confession for the respective day/s [I'd love it if it would be plural] and BAZINGAAAA! It's going to be fun, nostalgic, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah.........

Second blog post in a day. Yay? Woopie much? Not really. Things EVERYWHERE are going pathetic. Shit loads of work, which I don't have any issues with - just that my back hurts like it's been bitten by a rattlesnake. People bugging, teachers ranting, friends ignoring, special ones insulting. I've a ton of work piled up, and I don't really know where to start from. And I've like a week's sleep pending so badly, it's not even funny. It's almost like my eyes are in an Armageddon with sleep.  Anyhooo, I'll leave. Too much Blogger for a day. Sleepy, and irritated, Ak.

College screws you. Whoever said that you can have fun after school to your heart's extent probably did college through correspondence. Half of the staff thinks of themselves as Marcio Kogan (that man's God!), half is visiting ones and think they're here because we need them - it's like we owe them even the mere sense of our education and they're the only ones  who devote to us the least amount of time  and also the one  who will turn us into Frank Lloyd Wright-s - and this makes no sense to me. It is okay for teachers to be late in class, to be late to send you an e-mail regarding your work, to be late in checking your stuff, but if you are bound to do any of the above, by God, the following stationary Tandav is worth the watch. Favourite dialogue? "Architect ban-na itna aasaan nahi hota. You should be creative. For example, my views are my own." Waah!  Mere to kiraye ke hai.  Thank you for sharing the secret. But then again there are teachers (Roy Sir, s...

"Remember, we're madly in love, so it's alright to kiss me anytime you feel like it." - Suzanne Collins I could keep running back to you. What's bound to happen, will; no matter how hard you try to change the course of planets, they'd still be rotating and would still be on their axis. I could literally sit and stare at your beauty for hours, and the beautiful part is that you'll let me. Those scars. They ooze your sensuality, your strength, your determination, your loyalty. The ones that run deep within - I want to trace them with my fingers like on a Braille. So that they narrate their own legend. I like you, at times, and I feel I know you at times, so I'm not going to let go off you, as of now. Of course, one can't measure love by the amount of words exchanged. Unfair, it would be, wouldn't it? We do talk - it's only that we say very little. Your sins? I might hate them, but I can't simply deny that I'm in love with the sin...

"To a well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure." - J.K. Rowling Death. Self-consuming, selfish, sadistic. Enticing, for some. Fear, for others. The murky void, promising to lead you through a tunnel. A tunnel, with white light at the end. Hard journey, it is.  Death. Some walk bawling toward it, some mute, while some opportunely. It's powerful. Powerful enough to obliterate one's identity - an identity that took an epoch to erect. Powerful enough to expunge bonds - bonds that were spun with devotion. Powerful enough to break one - the one who was always keen on you.  Death. It heals the same scar it gives you. Heals the heart you so valiantly broke whilst alive.  Death. It brings you at crossroads again. Crossroads you were fearful to face in life.  Death. Stare it back in the face, and it'll let you live. Scare it, scar it. Death. You can die for it, but can't live for it.  Death. Gloomy, hushed, two-faced.  "Death is the...