The Silence of My Voice

Amarillo todas las! Yes, the year's about to end. Yet again. Nothing new. There are always things you wish you'd done or hadn't. Things you regret doing, things you cherish. This year's been more of a regretting list, but by the time half the year passed, I reckoned that maybe, just MAYBE I've been looking in all the wrong places for affection and care. A few amends? Of course! What would it hurt, right? NEVER. Never ever spill your heart out to people who don't trust you. Sounds silly, eh? Not in the least. Tell them whatever you want, they'll never believe you. It's better to talk to people you don't trust. You'll eventually end up doing just the contrary in time. STOP INGESTING SO MUCH OF CAFFEINE.  OKAY! That's not possible for me. So let's move ahead, companèro?  Write more. Read more. Click more. Sleep more. Talk more. Eat more. (Bah! Who am I kidding? I'll explode if I eat anymore. :/) Throw some people out my life. Whi...

Hola! =) It wasn't much long ago when one of my DEAREST chaddi-buddy called me after, what I may perfectly define, ages! I love that guy with all my heart. That one main reason I do is because he's apparently the ONLY guy in my life who does not treat me like a girl. Everything's always clear, like man-to-man. And he jinxed it yesterday. Yes, he did. And I felt like going to his place, and breaking his mom's favourite multiple vases on his head. That man, that bloody man whom I USED to [yes, bitch, I hate you now. Know that if you're reading this!] adore so much, was asking ME out of EVERYONE, how to tackle his girl's growing possessive obsession with him (Yes, you read it right!). And I was there, staring at my laptop screen in utter bafflement, thinking what the hell is wrong with this guy! BUT, being the "nice" person that I'm [alright, don't laugh!], I still went ahead and asked him what the matter was instead of disconnecting [you shoul...

"So, class! This is Akanksha Sharma. She's a part of our school now. I'd like you all to help her be comfortable here. Introduce yourself, child" "Hello. I'm Akanksha. A nerd, for sure. I like to paint and dance. And I'd really like to get to know each one of you." "Alright. So, you can sit there. Wait, you should sit with someone who can help." "Oh God! No no no no. Not THAT girl. She's so weird! Even an elf might be taller than her.", my mind screeched I had been wrong! Ver wrong. And very naive, to judge someone. That just-a-little-above-five-feet girl grew to be one of THE most trusted and treasured part of me! Yes! That's she. Monika Singh Rattey a.k.a Chhote a.k.a Dhol a.k.a Complan Girl a.k.a Gay Designer a.k.a Queen Pixie a.k.a Blossom. We met her ten years ago, and what turned out to be a relationship of mutual dislike, soon transformed into a game of similarity and soon into a deep deep friendship! ...

Amarillo todas las.....!!!!!!! Another part  Ruhani's   Mindblowing May .  "It's positive, June.", those probably were the harshest word that ever dropped by my auricles. "You mean, like really? Like 100% positive?", this couldn't have been happening to me! "Yes, June. I re-ran all you tests thrice, just to be sure. I suggest you should retire for a while from your work. You need serious attention.", she simply spit the words out straight. She had a certain calm about her. My entire life hung on a rope now. How the hell could she be so calm?! She's my Godmother, for the love of God! Unwillingly, I broke into tears. Nothing. There was nothing that would comfort me any more. "Oh, June. Honey, please don't break as of now! You should have let me know when you were having those symptoms much earlier. You're at a stage where you can't afford to stress yourself. Think of your parents, of Selina. She's still a child. She...

Amarilloooo!!!!!!! So apparently, a wee bit more time to my babyyyyyy's legality! I'm just so so so so so so so dayaaaammmn bloody super excited for her! Tomorrow is oing to be a fun fun fun fun day. *does the dolly-dolly-dolly-dolly-dolly dance* It's a big big big big big day tomorrow; well not just her, but a lot of people too! (Chit-Chat I hope you're reading this!) A lot of irregular planning, procrastinated shopping- I hope it pays off.  Isn't she simple pretty? Yes! This IS her; Himani Gulati a.k.a Laughter Queen a.k.a Himanititis. How can I ever, EVER explain how important you're? That you're the one incinerating the obscurity in my life with just that one smile of yours? That it makes my day to see you laugh? That when you come up with the conventional "Aur Kanchi, bata na bata na, kya hua?", you make me want to gossip even if I hate it with the darkest core heart? Cuuuttttiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! :* You're that...

Amarillo todas las.... So apparently, with the AIEEE B.Arch. exam tomorrow dangling over my head, I realised it a couple of weeks back that maybe, just maybe, I won't make it to SPA Delhi. Vijaywada or Bhopal might happen; but then SPA Delhi is SPA Delhi any day! I thought of leaving out Math and perfect my Aptitude and drawing, but even if I do so, I will be needing some  assistance  from Math to boost my rank a bit.  But hey! I still have NATA, which is apparently not happening till the end of May.  I thought of re-accomplishing certain things after the Boards which I was clearly unable of, courtesy the entrance exam!  I really want to,  1) Go shopping. Enough of being a lazy ass and deny the pleasure of it just for the sake that it irks me! I need to expand that stilletoes collection of mine! And what I need is a couple of dresses too! You might want to see this! Look, and you'll drool more than you'd ever drool on a guy! 2) Prepare an utterly-butterl...

Amarillo todas las.... Alrighty then! So I was simply conjuring up the fact that after I wrote for all the women in my life  here , it'd be pretty unfair for me to leave out the men! No, I'm not listing them altogether. It'll be a one-one affair, companeros! Yeah, go on crying about not being able to celebrate any internationally recognised Men Day! Seriously, so much for the male chauvinistic attitude of your ancestors. Had we been treated a little more nicely, you would have been christened to the "Abla Mard" today. And today's all the love goes to....*drumrolls* Aabhaas Anand. Ain't he just beautiful?!!?  We started out as mere fifth and seventh graders who started knowing each other during some dance practices on the terrace of a mutual friend. And what can you really expect from kids our age then! The conventional leg-pulling spree (Psst, I was the dominant one.) And one event led to another, one secret into another, a level of friendshi...