Latent words.

I'm gullible.
Not insecure.
Certainly not naive.
I'm just gullible.
And that is what merges with the reality. The harsh reality.
I'm brave. 
Vaguely confident. Probably that is what sets me apart.
Confidence. What an utterly fine word. 
When you confide in yourself.
It takes a plethora of self-confidence to believe in myself. 
But, I'm not afraid. Zilch. I wonder how. Fear enhances nervousness.
Well. That is the thaumaturgy in my life. 
I dream. 
In fact, I fascinate. 
The minutest of things captivate me. Moreover, I tend to over-fascinate and I rather abruptly hallucinate. 
So this is where I get it to. Hallucination. 
The silliest of all the feelings.  It gets you nowhere beyond nowhere. I loathe it.  Every bit of me loathes it. It ruins everything. Every little thing. It tempts. It aggravates an intense fall.
I think, that is what enhances the incipient devastation. 

Withering labels.

Dreams. 

They're so vague.

Life.

It's a massive cage.

love.

It's full of rage.

You.

I'm so unsure,

Insecure.

The world.

It's so obscure.

I'm afraid,

Of you.

Truth?

A camouflage!

Greed.

That's all you have. 

Joy.

Savor that.

Sorrow.

Cliched much?

Beauty.

Valued zilch.

Imagine.

Young and free!

Me?

I'm a mystery. 

2 am, Boston.

Yes, as my title foreshadows, I'm up tonight, Biology exam day after. And obviously, I'm studying with amazing music. My genres soften at night. Boston, being one of my favorite in my all nighter playlist.  I don't know why, In the middle of transcription to translation, I urged to write something about this song. It reminded me of those post fall-long drives from Gurgaon to Delhi, when 95 fm would soothe my ears by playing this song, five times, in an hour. That's where this urge came from. :S

The weak-end.

She wakes up every Friday to get to school with a new hope. A new day, a new beginning. Lisa is a little girl who expects the world to run according to her, or maybe for her.  She lights her third cigarette while she starts her brand new Aston Martin.

Precisely two years back,this little mischief had done something that crossed all the ethical borders. 

She did something out of complete obliviousness. It wasn't in her hands. She had lost control, control on Rudolf's life. Rudolf, her ex boyfriend. 

It wasn't an ordinary Friday, It was a dull ,cold, winter night, and Lisa was stuck in  terrible traffic. She couldn't see anything through the fogged windows.
Hinsdale, being the most isolated area isn't a place where cars can be stuck for five hours straight.  Well, call it destiny, or god's call, Lisa was stuck there. She wasn't alone. Her best-friend, Samantha was sitting on the seat next to her. The radio saved them from the torture of intense boredom. 

A news flash hit Lisa. " It's a cold winter night at 9 pm, Hinsdale is terribly jammed due to the death of a school-going girl. her ID tells us that her name was 'Samantha haleheart'. She passed away at 4pm while driving back home with her friend Lisa who is nowhere to be seen". 

She turned towards Samantha but all she saw was her bracelet on her seat.  She looked forward and the fogged glass had something written on it. It said, with bold letters. " You're next".


-To be continued. 

serendipity.

I hadn't really thought of blogging anything until my ceo (shashank) randomly reminded me of the word 'serendipity'. This word kept me thinking of destiny ever since. I mean, first this movie blew my mind and now, I know that this word runs my life. If it wasn't for serendipity, I would've been a pretty unicorn. I suddenly realize that karma rather controls serendipity. I somehow find myself a puppet and serendipity my puppeteer. 

Today : Scribbling during math. Only because Saumia likes it.

Time flies and so do you.
The ones you know become the ones you knew.
People lie, people use.
Strong bonds are tied loose.
Wrong decisions cause devastation,
and slowly, distance turns into separation.
Once I was a Joyful soul,
now my heart is strong and cold.
Silver's more, less is gold.
My life has lost control.

When times were good,
bold, I stood.
When days were bright,
I could sleep at night.
One life, I possess.
Why worry, why stress?

Not like I'm no longer a fool,
love doesn't matter, i'll play it cool.

Gone are the days that made me frown.
I'm no slave, to hold this crown.
God made me once, once I'll die.
I'll fail thousands, but still I'll try.

No more sorrow, No more pain.
Why should I cry in this beautiful rain?
From now, I'll follow the happy train.
I wouldn't cry; I will glow.
and as I've been told,
I'll go with the flow.

Life.

my school provided us a LONG session with Amish Tripathi today, and the best part about it was his constant use of the word 'life'. He spoke about the cliched failures we face in life. It was probably then that I decided to blog about this hyped word. I like had to. He said that life is an unbalanced mix of high's and low's, when you think you're at the epitome of success, you fall a funny fall i.e instead of touching the sky, you end up touching soil. Isn't it the most irritating feeling ever? I mean, how the hell can one stand failure. Everyone thinks that they're the best. Criticism for us is just something that brings our morale down. But dude, isn't it criticism that gives us the ability to improve? Isn't criticism the only reason why we know our mistakes? I may not be the best, or even slightly close to that word, but all I know is that the best comes out from the worst. It is the worst that embraces the best.
All of us get a chance. One chance to live, one chance to think before speaking bullshit and maybe just one chance to live a year. So why do we waste that one chance? Why don't we make the most of this ONE life we have. When you die, your chance dies with you.
So instead of cribbing about all the pathetic moments, just think of that one chance and forget all your sorrows to live the life you're born with. Live this life because you own it.