The Silence of My Voice

Things have got way too crazy, and way out of control to be put together as one. I keep running only to reach back to square one. Running after the same thing in circles, I predicate. Old liaisons hurting, new bonds too brittle to make a mark. Everything fades into darkness. Everyone is as mean as it gets, as cunning as it gets, as selfish as it gets, and as two-faced as it gets. I want to lock myself up in a room, and never come out. I want to screech and hit at people who annoy the shit out of me. I want to kill people taking me for granted, and expecting me to be there only for their countable selfish motives. And I most surely want to beat the shit out of people who think they're too smart, too popular, too witty and too nice to be friends with, and carry the stench of dirty water all the while. Realisations and momentary happiness are no more of a sweet fruit. Bite me. And at times it feels that people close to you themselves try to push you into a cauldron full of bitterness....

Okay! I is back. And the trip be awesome!  It was crazy, and random, and nice. Yeah, these are our signatures now. Lots of work, pretty random shit, serious shit, cute shit, Akanksha-has-turned-into-a-girl shit, and etceteras shit. AND loads of FOOD. Good Gujarati food. Loads to update, loads to share. And yessss! I'll be back with the Confessions routine in a few days.  Things are shitty. I have a half fractured leg almost healed, a wounded right hand, and loads of work till the end of the next month. Too much happiness, eh? Doesn't matter. The trip gave me s much singular happiness that it'll run for life. Well until the next year's trip. It's normal to feel out of place once your shell breaks. Of course, you wouldn't expect a butterfly to befriend a bee. But then they both wander over flowers. You can always adjust. You should be enough for yourself. Stick to what you've chosen. Stick to your decision. Stick to yourself. Don't listen if you think it...

Okay. Sorry for not being able to update the Confessions routine, courtesy my college trip, and limitless measuring of mosque, and limitless tiredness.  Annnnnnd, FANTABULOUS FEBRUARY is here! FINALLY!  And today's inspiration is... Wait. See. Look at me. Try to envisage. I'm the most ecstatic thing ever gifted to you. I've given you reminiscence, ideas, the ability to see, to talk, to even love. I've given you the chance to know the universe like the back of your hand. Look at me again, I'm pretty, pink - even your girls like the tint. Don't misuse me. It hurts. Don't take me for granted. I have the power to make you see things non-existent, turn you non-existent for the world. The world will talk of my importance, but they will chick me out of their might too. Listen. Think. Yes, you need my help to think. But, think. Don't waste me. I'm valuable. You'll realise my essentiality some day. But I'm always around. I'll see you till...

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.