False Hopes: The Busiest Year Ahead.

Time has sped by us once again. I look back on the night of December 31, 2012 and see myself gulping down an enormous bowl of ice cream with handful of uncle chips, Eyes on Immortal of meluha and brain relaxing on the bed of 90's songs. I was quite eager for the year to start, made a couple of life-changing resolutions and same old promises to tame the bulges which obviously had to fail.

From that night to this night it has been same old me, except an year older, Yes july waved its wand and i turned 22 finally and wiser and no longer much of a hopelessly optimistic idealist. However, still an idealist, I can never be a realist. It was going on well till it came crashing down and Fiiiissssh! It was like 'On your face, girl!'  Thank you very much indeed.

Since I always seem to contradict them, there's no harm in making some resolutions for the remaining 2013.Hopeless cases xD

August : Delete facebook account and get some life. xD *Done already, I hope i don't feel like reactivating it and pouring the shit every now and then*
September : Break up with my obsession on friendly terms.Yes, That has to be food.The tyres need to get a puncture xD
October : Find some bodies to hide. Who should I kill next? Hmm. 
November : |/*^_^|/* Attend any cool event.
December : Don't look back.Drop the shit behind and Just run forward.

*I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good*

What about you?Pour in your life updates or resolutions for few months which are left because after December we'll bid 2013 An amazing Good Bye *Dances*

This is the mid night post from nocturnal zone *3:30 AM and No sign of sleep* ..Signing off, hoping to update you next week...Oh wait!I forgot to mention I won a runner-up prize for the 'WeChat' contest held by Indiblogger. *Awesomeness* xD

Shubh Raatri, Shabba khair, Good night xD

And why he couldn't stick to his promises

She became permeable when she allowed him to enter in her heart and he consumed her more than what she was willing relinquish.Days passed, The scenerio continued.He came home on saturday night after his one month tour and found a note.A note telling that she had left.For next few days he stayed at home, thought of moment to pinpoint when he could look back at that moment and say, this is it.This is when it happened.That was the life-altering moment. But, sadly there was no moment which defined falling out love for her.Rather it was in a series of little things.She had given warnings before but he ignored.It was when he always chose an easy way out.It was when he decided not to deal with the  issues.It was when he took her for granted.It was when she made him his favorite dish and he ordered from outside.It was when he came home drunk on the anniversary night while she waited dressed up like they are meeting for the first time.It was when he started complaining about her habits he didn't like which he used to ignore.It was when the office work was more important than her appointment with doctor.It was when she celebrated her birthday alone because he had to attend his friend's bachelor party.It was when he started telling lies for the other girls.It was when he craved for someone more beautiful.It was when she was coughing, or with an excruciatingly painful migraine he left because he had a date.The patterns which he drew for himself mislead him, Engulfed him in such a manner that there was no path left for returning.The promises which he once made to tie up the two souls into one, He slowly and steadily cut it all.He kept pushing the limits and crossing the boundaries.Now When she is gone and the million questions wander in the empty house, It makes him guilty.Guilty for the things he shouldn't have done.Guilty for forgetting all the promises he weaved with the trust she had in him.In beginning it was merely by chance which he covered from apologies but later it became a habit for which he didn't feel need to justify.

When two people are deeply in love, they promise each other the moon and the stars, but once the veil of adoration starts to lift itself, this love can become a sad,toxic version of itself.It is more like the music and its swirl of magic. Lyrics so perfect, skin breaks into goosebumps. Just when you're giving in to the slow soothing melody, the hard rock beats kicks in. Your head swirls into a mad frenzy, swing, passionate, Acoustics levels And finally the beats knock in, exploding a shimmer of joy inside you. An overwhelmed spell is cast. Ecstasy opens its wings wide and makes you fly and then after sometime the intoxicating trance of mirth engulfs you and you're left with wanting always more.

Perhaps its all because of the choices that life offers.It is strange how time changes you, your priorities, preferences and people you care about.Sometimes sorry can make it all.It's that magic word that make all the wrongs right.It gives chances to start the new beginning, Chances to make life better in some way or another.But sometimes when it goes beyond limit, Even sorry fail to mend the pieces of broken trust.Men is creation of needs and when he gets better, he tends to look for best possible things. It is seldom the mistake but the repetitiveness of the same mistake that raises the concern.At the end of the day words play an important role, If there is something promised to be done, Take a note that it possess the faith which could be bad if not kept.

iRead and iLearn!

Drama and poetry is supremely underrated. I would love poetry till death. A single sonnet can

describe an entire book. People usually find poetry boring. They fail to understand the true meaning. Poetry, like quotes leave a strong impression. Poetry writing is a talent. I'm not saying that because I write them or i shall say i used to write. I still have a long way to go to perfect the art. Condensing feelings and lines into four to five words per sentence is an art in itself! You need to cut off at the right time, get the words to rhyme and keep it simple. You need to have a clear heart and deep understanding to get it. You need to put one and one together to get the actually meaning of a poem. Fiction, poetry and quotes, are my three fixations.Reading is a lost art.But nothing like a good book to carry to your bed and read before you sleep. Imagine taking the Computer, or the TV to bed.I hardly remember when this habit became a part of me, when I religiously started spending a part of my holidays on books. I may have a dozen which I haven't yet read, but still I end up craving for more. They say never judge a book by its cover, but sometimes I just pick up the book because it looks good. Honestly very few have turned out to be good. Reading is a part of my daily chores. Else something feels incomplete. But given a choice between reading and writing, anyday I'd choose reading. About 80% of what I am today is because of the books and blogs I've read. No, not the academic ones. The Others.

It's Just Emotions Taking Me Over

Mitti jaise sapne ye,
Kitna bhi palko se, jhaado;
Phir aa jaate hain…
Itne saare sapne
Kya kahoon kis tarah se maine
Tode hain chhode hain kyun
Phir saath chale,
Mujhe leke yeh udhe hai… kyun

Dreams are like the dust,
How much ever I dust them from my eyes
They once again return…
So many of my dreams,
What can I say, I have,
Shattered and left behind… Why?
Yet they walk beside me,
They give me flight… Why?
  
...And in the end my sleepless eyes are busy dreaming.But then again, I dream of nothing. I stay awake at nights, holding my hands against my weak, weak heart who's afraid of weaving castle of so called deserving life.

Disgraceful Time. wtf?

When I’m alone, silent is the wind and like everything is fading away too fast to be caught, I feel like screaming with all my heart. The road is endless I’m running on and the song at the end of the movie is going on, lingering the peace of longing solitude within me.

Sometime life turns out to be intolerable. But sorrow is the main component of life. If there is no sorrow, you can never find the beauty of joy. May be you are sad today, but have faith on life; you would be happy tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
If the start is worst, the end has to be best or life would have lost its charm.If there is a mountain that can’t be climbed, know that the mountain doesn’t exist. Giving every chance a try is what makes a real worthy life.

And at the end of the day, I have thought about life again, and I got one thought to share -

‘Every time I feel down, I think that every thing happening to me is spices of the delicious dish called life, I need those spices to make my dish tasty.’

I should start taking my advices eh?