Best Friends

Today, one of my friends told me that after a certain age it becomes difficult to make best friends. I disagreed. I may not be the best judge of friendships since I have the tendency to like almost anybody and I just end up with many best friends at a time. Yes, I can see you nodding your head from side to side and deciding that I am a naïve creature who was born just yesterday, but let me assure you, I am as wise as an 18 year old gets.
The 18 long years of my life of my life have taught me that one should not restrict their "best friend" to just one person. Yes, these friendships may fade away sometime in the many years that you live, but in your head, they remain your best friends forever. Moreover, people should really have fictional best friends too.
I have had quite a few best friends in my life time. When I was 3, I distinctly remember my two best friends. One was a girl, another a boy. The girl came first in our class of  30. I was in awe of her. She had a mole under her chin and spoke only Telugu, a language I didn't know, yet she was my best friend. That is what I had declared to my mother. The boy on the other hand was a family friend, spoke the same language that I spoke and was shorter than me. I was almost his parent in school. I told him to pull his socks up and not eat his eraser just because it smelt like fruit. But I liked him equally. They are no more my best friends but I think of them from time to time.
My next best friend was Simran. She had long brown hair and held her pencil with four of her fingers instead of just three. I loved this fact about her, so I started writing the same way. The habit has never gone.
When I was 8, I met Ravleen. She was smart and loved Scooby Doo, just like me. I liked her instantly. She had buggy eyes that looked always excited. It was a sharp contrast to my sleepy looking eyes. We examined all these differences in the mirror one evening after we tired of running around my house. We were like the perfect fit of pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. We had similar senses of humor and always told each other everything. We would share interesting random facts. One day she pulled my head down to her tummy to make me listen to her gurgling stomach. It was amazing and not gross at all.
All of these amazing people have left their imprints on me and I still believe that they are my best friends. Do you think so too? My next post will be about my fictional best friends. See ya'll, bye!

Just an ordinary day

I am back! Phew! Apologies for my previous post.........

 Even though I have just suddenly fallen into the quicksand of work load, I have decided to make up for my callous attitude. Thus, here I am, typing.
As I mentioned in my previous posts, I always think of something and then start typing. But I have been trying this new thing called 'impulsiveness'. Heard about it? Yeah, yeah I am not sounding funny, I know. Anyway, I am experimenting with the theory that when you start to overthink, just stop there and do what you have just been 'thinking' about. All the 'smart people' in the world recommend to think and rethink before a blog post, so as to get the best out. Not working for me. So today, instead of pouring out my words of wisdom and 'intelligent observations', I will go on and on about what happened today, which was quite ordinary, by the way.
I woke up at 7 in the morning. Hit snooze. Woke again at 7:10. Hit snooze again. Finally, my inner voice of reason pushed me out of my bed. If you have snoozed away by this part of the post, please do read ahead. I promise there will be some movement. See, getting up in the morning is the biggest task of the day for me. What? I sleep late, VERY late. Remind me one day, I'll tell you what it feels like to be an owl.
Then I dragged myself to do the regular things, you know, brushing eating, showering... lets not get into that. By 9, I was in college. Look look, not late! Wow!
So then classes.... english literature, psychology, journalism...yeah these are my main subjects. I took a vow to never miss the classes again. Seriously, I don't like the clueless me.  It makes me prickly. I blabbered throughout the day about something or the other. That is what I do. Just imagine what cacophony I go through. A talkative mind with an oddly talkative mouth. Bad combination.
To increase this misery, I happened to travel back home in an auto where the driver thought that he had the best taste in music. He blasted blah music all the way home. I guess I am half deaf by now. At last, I reached home. At this point people say, "home sweet home", but none of that sweetness for me. I have work to do. God help me. Alright I have to go sigh in an overly dramatic way before I go neck deep in the quicksand of work.
BUT wait! I promised some movement....promises-shromises, HA!
 I guess I'm not mentally fine yet... Anyway, some highlights of the day:-
- My friend braided a beautiful French-braid for me. Sweet, Kushmi!
- I learnt that Shakespeare had a drama queen in his head. But the man was a genius! It takes talent to be able to convert the drama queen drama into a plot with sort of rhythmic prose.
- My dad brought back a pretty new top from Kolkata.
- I found that first-born children supposedly have higher I.Q's. Yay for me sis!
- It rained. Glorious rain from heaven!
And that is what happens in an ordinary day in my life. Tell me what happens in yours. See ya'll, bye!
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Sick Leave

It is often a relief when you can take a holiday from your own life. To be able to just vanish from the usual picture and conveniently hide behind the beautiful fantasies. But is it normal when you do it too often? Not that I am dissatisfied with my life, far from it actually. For the first time in my life can I say that I am truly happy. I am doing what I dreamed of doing. I have friends who are some of the coolest people I met in my life. I don't feel like damaged goods anymore. Yet..... yet I can't help but wish that sometimes I was somewhere else. Somewhere, where I would be just a spectator, just a participant observer who has no care in the world. Someplace where I was invisible.

I have created many such worlds in my mind. Some of them, I have written about. Some have heritages and stories and lots of interesting people. Some are just empty and peaceful. If its a good day, I may even give you a peak into it. Not that anyone will be interested but ,as I am tired of telling people, this is my blog and I will write whatever comes to my mind!
Okay, before someone thinks that I have gone crazy, let me tell you this, I have gone crazy. I was born crazy. And I have been sick for two days and it has been ages since I posted anything! So hell yes, I am cranky! This blog was supposed to be my "move my backside for good" project and I am already lagging behind and the world is blurry......

PAUSE. This is a post about how I am horrible person when I am sick. Don't panic, my well wishers. I will get back my senses in a few days, till then, I am floating around in my fantasy land. La la la la la.
P.S- Please don't judge. I am generally a sweet person.
P.P.S- Judge away! My blog, my rules...whatever..... Promise, I am not like this always.
See ya'll, bye! (when I feel like myself)

Weighty Issues

People love shopping. Everyone loves shopping. I don't. I absolutely loathe shopping. If someone asks me why, I tell them that shopping is just too much work( which it is). What I don't tell them is the actual reason. The real reason is the bright lights in the changing rooms.
I can't buy something that is not tried and tested, so I absolutely need to try on the clothes before I buy them and that is the worst thing about shopping. Most shopping places have changing rooms and most changing rooms have lots of mirrors and very bright lights. Okay, okay, I'll just say it! I hate seeing myself in mirrors. And as cliche as it is, I am writing a post about body insecurities. What can I say? I am a teenager and a girl, hence the body issues. Not that every teenage girl has a body issues problem. It is just that the internet has too many body issue articles floating around and body issues happen to be taking up a a huge space in my mind palace, which I would prefer filling up with other interesting stuff like celebrity adoptions and zodiac signs. So lets just get over with it.

The problem is that it is summer and need some more cooler clothes but I hate shopping. More precisely, I am not comfortable with my own body. I've been called a fatty too many times to truly love my own body. But the situation is better today than it was a a year or two ago. Atleast I don't cry in changing rooms anymore(or maybe I still do). It began one fine morning in my 3rd standard. The education boards maybe taking bold steps to make the education system child friendly, but it is doing nothing to stop the humiliation of  having your weight and height marked in your report card. Who is the sadist who thought that this was a good idea? Anyway, so our whole class was taken to get there weight and height measured. Then it was not a big deal, little did I know that this would become equivalent to hell. After the weight were taken and noted down, I asked my best-friend ,Ravleen, about her weight. She said, "25 kgs". I was 30 kgs. I asked some of my other friends, they were in the 20 to 25 range. It was then that I became an official fatty.

Fast forward a few years, dumb little boys and insecure little girls(me included) always pointed out my "extra"ness. And I would just want to hide in a cave forever. This became worse and it came to the point where I started to hate myself. Then one day I discovered that many other people felt the same way and somehow I felt a little better. Little by little I gathered the broken pieces of my self-esteem and started liking myself. What if my stomach is big, I have pretty eyes.... What if I am a bit jiggly, I have straight teeth..... The mere liking became a little more, not yet love, but not downright hate either. And then I came to college. I met lovely people who loved themselves despite there shortcomings and I decided to love myself too. I am still working on it but I am at a better place today. So maybe I will go shopping and not hate the reflection instead hate the stupid bright lights. Do you have body issues? What are you doing to come in terms with it? See ya'll, bye!