For Intellectual Magical Morons!

Title me as a “Grammatically Disoriented Person” because of my grammatical errors, I won’t stop writing or write even an inch less.I write for myself, and I would keep writing even if anyone reads or not. I will put up every little thing in my whiney blog and it should be none of your business because I'm not here to serve you best of the fictions.I'm not ashamed by any single thing i have jot down so far.
The canvas of my life fills up; I see the greatest painting ever.Eat well, pour out all the optimism, stay fit and die anyway! \m/

Live it up.

Each time i pray i seriously don't ask for anything specific.I only ask for the things which i deserve and they're mostly listened.I'm surprised to see how perfectly the store provide the dagger to slaughter the castles of false hopes, No I'm not complaining.I feel blessed and my curiosity grows to look forward for better things. Disappointment is an obvious phase though.I scream, scream badly, I let it out, I let it all out with the help of words.At the end I stand fingers crossed, moving ahead, and a heart filled with faith, watching life unfold in all its glory.

Life doesn't give everyone a second chance. When it does, make sure you take the right path.That's not possible all the time, But optimism helps. 

While everyone is busy in making arrangements for Diwali, I'm being forced to listen Justin Beiber's songs which are on repeat.Courtesy goes to 11th grader sister at home. *Dies*

May the festival of lights be the harbinger of joy and prosperity. As the holy occasion of Diwali is here and the atmosphere is filled with the spirit of mirth and love, here's hoping this festival of beauty brings your way, bright sparkles of contentment, that stay with you through the days ahead.
Best wishes on Diwali.  :)

Words I shall burst.

The last time i saw him was in November, 2010.He was there in hospital assuring he will be fine soon and asking me to make a promise to return on weekend.Yes i did return on Saturday, Though i didn't get a chance to see him ever again.I just saw a glimpse of his face while they were preparing to take him away.He didn't give me a chance to cry.Nor i tried letting it out for i hated the sympathy which world shower for no reason.Devastated we still are, The loss is beyond words.The sadness, guilt, apologies, Nothing really matters.It's all done now. I too somewhere died then. Perhaps this is death of loved ones do to us.They take away a part of us with them.I Unfortunately he is now more clever than before.He can see everything from above.Ha, you still cannot get mad at me right, For I have been your favorite and you cannot deny this.

To you. yes You!

I have often thought,
That you, me, all of us are mirrors,
we see only ourselves in all,
I am not there still I am..

We all seek to find ourselves in others. We justify our deeds, by finding the same in others.If nothing helps, we argue.You're entirely a different person and so I am, unique in some way or another.Still we chase and compare and so the society does.Strange how running your own race becomes difficult when it should be at utmost priority.If others are going ahead of us, jealously bottle up to such extent that we tend to cut down the connections and vice versa tagging it with label called "Life happened" . Deep inside we know it's always better to be original version instead of mocking down the reality, still it is surprising how often we lose the track.

Let's be honest to ourselves this time.Our existence is much more vibrant than just running after something which is beyond our reach.If you disagree then prove me wrong.Till then please mind your own damn business and let me carry on with mine.

This space shall not die.

I changed my name to cursed muggle because i cannot get over from harry potter fever.No, I'm not a real fan, Probably because i haven't read the series yet.I might do that someday.Ah, That's the problem i think i have got time.Oh yeah, I changed bio too.Here it is

"My life malfunctions dreadfully, backfire spells, make strange decisions and emit shit from the wrong end."

They think i wrote this stuff to pretend how cool I am.Neat enough.Let them judge anyway.I'm not supposed to answer their assumptions.

What am i talking about?Sorry, I forgot to mention it is all about my twitter profile.See AdamantWitch  

I wrote something last night.I don't know if makes any sense or not but i want to preserve it may be because i might laugh later after reading this. 

Life has been crazy.I ran, walked, traveled, got drenched in rain.I dreamt, felt wasted, hated it all, broke down, tried, hung on, regretted, i picked a pace, i was slow though, i was made fun of, i laughed along.I socialized, got judged, threw opinions, drowned in self pity, corrected, loved, got changed, messed it all.Felt happy, sad, anger, miserable, hurt, tears, upset.I wished, prayed, framed hope, mocked, apologized, stood up, sat down, smiled.I wandered, felt lost and found my way.Somewhere between all this i learned to grow up.

Rough attempt to keep it alive.This space shall not die.

*Peace*