The Silence of My Voice

Amarillo todas las!!!!!  Apparently a long break from writing, eh?  If you're thinking that I've suddenly turned my blog into a fashion one after reading the title, jump off a hill-top. And if you thought that this one's not much of a necessity, I'll throw you off one, okay? =P Considering femininity, there are obviously a lot of must-haves. That's a universal truth there. Again, jump off into a lake if you didn't know that. Alright! Enough of being a sadist!  Ladies, this is about guys in your life. Yes, I know I'm making them sound like a wardrobe necessity, but aren't they sometimes JUST that? (Okay, guys. Just kidding) Okay, so let's get down to business! 1) The Boy Toy From his naughty smile to his utterly deadly panache, you'll find everything about him perpetually insatiable. He's funny, sweet, cute, sexy; and is more manicured and beautiful than you're. Your atmospherics harmony with him is good for a holiday romance,...

Apart from the ultra-boring life that I’m currently leading since past couple of weeks, well companeros, I got into Sushant School of Art and Architecture. *dances her ass off* You know those heart wrenching movies like The Day After Tomorrow and Alien vs Predator or Bourne Ultimatum? Well as interesting they sound and look, and although I'd loved these movies to death, they ring multiple insanity bells in my head. The Day After Tomorrow. Day after I'll be in my den, sipping fresh watermelon crush and reading yet another novel (just by the way I finished One Night in Rio this afternoon). Even though directed with great effects, with an even greater crew, the film manages to make me poop some times. Even though the water level rose enough for half the Manhattan towers to be submerged, the public library somehow manages to have the water be held back only to the ground floor. Although the water force was considerable enough to not shatter the statue of l...

We at times predicate it's enough to tell people plainly we love them to make them feel assured, to say the least. I don't suppose it's at all erroneous when they say that you value one when they've left you. It's the void. That big black, empty cavity. There are times when you wish to plunge into the annulment and grab them back. Things start seeming all the more glossy when you try holding onto them. It's like a tug of war. the harder you pull, the harder is the possibility for you to fall on your back, and hurt yourself.  We grow adroit when it comes to shelling our back from reality. We pretty easily convince ourselves that everything we have will be lasting forever.  I lost my Nanaji today. I don't have a grandfather figure any more. The last thing I'm going to cherish is his proud voice a couple of weeks back, when he called me after my Board results were released. The time I spent with him, is untouchable.  All I felt today was regret, to...

Amarillo todas las....!!!!!!!!! So apparently, Joyous June, Day2 is here here here here!  No entrances plus joblessness is going to get the better of me, I guess! And today's inspiration is here... Subsurface secrets Lying hidden in our souls Stories left untold So companeros, my first attempt at a Haiku. Guide me, if you predicate I should surpass. See you around, companeros!  Tener cuidado. :*

Amarillo todas las....!!!!! So Kanika  changed Jaunty June to Joyous June (I think Jaunty sounded sexy =P) And today's inspirations is.... Accommodating  with yourself can seem quite a job, indeed! There always seem to be two parts of you - an entombed and an emancipated.  I'm seeking to exonerate, to this one rim of me. It's trapped. Pinned down to the mere mercy of my existence. Each fraction of me tortured to not live. My thoughts aren't my own, my heart isn't my own. They luxuriate my brain like an android. My own breath is no more a witness, for I'm pronounced comatose. Their conviction is contagious - for I feel hollow and futile. Everything passes through me like an X-ray through a bone.  I'm seeking to fly, with this one rim of me. It tells me it's okay. It says it's okay to have a heart ache. It tells me it's okay to dwindle. It's tells me to slow down if my ideas aren't working. It has allowed me to open up - to know...

Amarillo todas las...!! So apparently (I've been using the word a lot lately!) is my NATA entrance tomorrow! I'm assuming I'm prepared. Look what a bunch of free weeks do to you! For starters, I'd have never thought that that Math of middle school level would irritate the hell out of me. But then of course, you have aptitude too, which is a bit of a oxygen supplier. Although they expect you to be aware of certain architectural terms which you'll probably get to hear of only if you're a part of the freshman's year at any architectural school, like the water pipes in your house are superficially chrome-plated and not technically iron, for the water rots it out. BEAT THAT! Like they expect we go check the metal used in the plumbing. Talk of lack of imaginative field work. Tch tch. Such lack of imagination! And then comes the drawing paper - my knight with the shining armour. Only if I don't have to use the sickening colour pencils. The pastels are just so ...

Not quite the hola mood, companeros!  Tomorrow is superficially not going to be just any day! It's the 28th of May tomorrow!  IT'S THE FUCKING BOARD RESULT TOMORROW!!!!! *screams and hides inside the blanket* As like any other science student I'm praying for the worst to not happen, i.e., NOT BE ROYALLY SCREWED FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! I'm enduringly freaking out. I tried the entire breath-in-breath-out thing, and you know what? WHOEVER ON EARTH SAID THAT IT CALMS YOU DOWN SHOULD BE RIPPED OFF HIS LUNGS!!!!!!  I'll have to probably acknowledge my parents' disappointed faces, if I happen to lose out on marks! But what's the entire point of compunction now?! I did what I had to, and what I didn't had to. This is not what you should be feeling, right? Neither AIEEE nor CBSE, there's nothing I performed whole-heartedly! I really wish I'd! =( Tener cuidado, companeros. And God save the ones falling under identical classification as me! =/

Amarillo todas las.....!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so maybe I was able to put through the story of The Chronicles Of April Levesque  forward in a bit more convincing way. It had been a boiling night when she saw him. She was on her mission. Clad in a red evening gown, she crossed through the security undetected- as usual- toward the crowd. She was too beautiful to amputate your eyes from. She approached the bar and chose a goblet of white wine. It had always suited her fine- light, sweet and easy on her nerves. It wasn't long till Chenkov set his eyes on her. Being the reputed Don Juan, he tried flattering her with all he had. Contrary to her sensations, she played pretence. The last thing she wanted was to be identified. Knowing the satyr he was, she easily made her way to his suite. But then slipping in a pill was never the hardest of jobs she'd done. That was the basics when she was being trained. Drooling over her as if wasn't enough that he fell on the bed with a thump! E...

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...

"For You, A Thousand Times Over." Present day LA And the toaster puked out the toasts. It was an everyday religious routine for both of us. I grabbed the toasts and coffee and moved toward the dining table to be seated opposite him. He perforated the newspaper with his ogles. Oh, how beautiful they are! That had been the primary facet I'd paid any heed to. I could never forget the dangerously sweet glare of those golden eyes!  "So, where did you tell me is exactly your tour?" "Ah, Kentucky. It would take me a while to draw out a healthy plan for the refurbishment of that house. It's been rotten." "Oh, you mean more than a week?" "Naturally. I'll keep calling you. Don't you worry." With that, he planted a kiss on my forehead, caught his drooling bag from the chair, and left. I sometimes only hypothesize we'd been spending more of "quality time", had he been sticking his butt more at home than in hotel room...

Amarillo todas las..!!!!!!!! ¿Qué está cocinando? Yet another part of  Ruhani's   Mindblowing May.     Don't aloof me as of yet I'm somewhere I elude the trajectory of epoch I'm now as consistent as you were When these enervated hands were pungently stalwart Supposing it to be around thirty years outmoded When I seized the first floret of the tree I planted And spring turned out to be domineering to the rest But listen, I need a hand to grasp  The realization of still being alive Is the last doze my physician couldn't offer Don't go as of now, Is it too much to ask for? Your once soft palpable exterior  Doesn't let my perished coat stand the fortune of divergence Your playful eyes emoted much more Than ever can my archaic sense  My frailing voice would be the last thing You'd wish to be attentive to but wait, you've your mother's patience How else do you conjure up your co-existence with me? I'm living to see you ...