Meet The YOLOS – #2

And since no one bothers about Jim Moriarty, let me get on with the next YOLO: poker face Amith.

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Okay, he doesn’t look like that, but he pulls the best poker face I know.

Appearance –  I told you, a nerd with a poker face…

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This is a ‘slight’ exaggeration…

The exaxt opposite of Sanjana. Cool, calm and collected. World is ending? So what? Sanjana flunking? So what? Me dying? SO WHAT?

Sometimes, you get really infuriated with it…

He has escapologist tendencies…as you are soon gonna see…

How our conversations go-

-In presence of a girl who likes him (and whom he detests)-

Me – So,your spirit animal is a polar bear. And her spirit animal is a bear. (*slow evil smile*)

Moonisah – Implies…(*wink wink*)

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Him – The polar bear just goes into hibernation.

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Me and Moonisah – *poker face*

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Get what I mean?

Spirit Animal – Enough of pulling his leg. He is a sweet guy, who in Moonisah’s words, …is really sensitive, but does not show you the hurt he feels within.” He is pretty friendly and helpful (duh!) and MAKES THE FUNNIEST JOKES EVER!!! He also absolutely rips of anyone who hurts him (or his friends for that matter).

So he sort of reminds me of that polar bear from His Dark Materials, Iorek Byrninson:

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Absoultely sweet, but hiding somewhere (or something?)  in there…

Spirit Song – He claims that it is One Direction’s What Makes You Beautiful . No contradictions there (gasp!). He is right.

So who are the (armoured) polar bears among your friends? Do let me know in the comments below!

P.S. – People who do not comment are at great risk of getting mauled by a polar bear. Fair warning given.

P.P.S.- This post was another excuse to post cute polar bear pics.

P.P.P.S. – Anybody who hints at the above P.P.S. gets mauled by me.

 

Meet The YOLOs – #1

So, yeah. Exams are going on, and I have a hell lot of stuff to study. So why don’t I blog for a while?

Today, you’ll be meeting one of the most…let’s say, colourful members of the YOLO group. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome (with slow claps): THE FREAK-OUT QUEEN (AKA Sanjana)!!!

Appearance – This is how she usually looks:

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Legend has it that the day Sanjana relaxes before a test, the world will end and everybody will die. In order to let this prophecy remain unfulfilled (and thus, “save” everyone), she freaks out (and freaks other people out) everyday. That’s commitment and dedication for you.

How our conversations go –

-Before the exam-

Me: Hey, you studied for tomorrow’s exam?

She: No dude, I’m going to fail, I’ll die at the end of this exam, I’ll get very less, I’ll lose some 80 marks in the paper (the paper’s for 90 marks), my mom will kill me, I’ll end up on the roads (some crap that I stop listening to)…

Me – Chillax, It’s going to be…

She – No, no, no! What if everything I DON’T know comes in the exam? What if everyone passes EXCEPT me? What if…(some other waht-ifs that I can’t hear as I have plugged my ears)…

-After the exam-

Me: Hey, how did it go?

She: Horrible! I’m losing three marks! THREE FREAKING MARKS! My life sucks! My mom will kick me out of the house, I’ll end up on the road, I’ll start begging…

Me- *mega facepalm*

Friendship- She is the eternal victiom of our endless practical jokes (*slow evil smile*). Let’s just say that making her watch Pillow Talk (“It’s a song JUST made for you! Do listen, you’ll love it more than you loved The Heart Wants What It Wants!”) did not instill her faith in true friendship…

Other than that, she is a SWEET person, once you get past the fact that she derives immense pleasure from annoying others.

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And you be like:

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And then she be like:

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Really. She IS eternally annoying, sweet and (you guessed it) freaking out.

Spirit Animal – Must be a jackass that can transform into a rabbit at will (and yes, those two MUST freak out on a daily basis).

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Spirit Song – If Ed Sheeran wrote “Freaking Out Now” instead of Thinkink Out Loud, that would be her spirit song…

So what sort of freak-out friend do you have? Let me know in the comments below!

P.S. – Wanna see her actually freaking out? See the comments here and below!

 

Keep Calm and YOLO

It’s been a while since I saw you guys, and man, haven’t you guys changed! So have I, and thankfully, it’s all been upward!

My class got shuffled, and I have just met the best people on Earth. Meet the YOLO group, consisting of  my new found friends-siblings-rivals-jerks Moonisah, Sanjana, Amith and Vineet! Easily the most rocking humans I know. So you guys may blame (or maybe love) them for keeping me away from this blog for so long!

I’ve become such a positive, confident, secure and happy person that I’m not even able to recognize myself anymore! As some of my old readers know, I’ve been (*ahem*) a “little” bitchy. Now, I’m filled with love which I’m ready to share. Anybody down in the dumps? Post below, and I’ll see whether I can cheer you up! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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See ya all soon!

Mads 🙂

P.S. – To all those who read my blog (and my friends):

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Cheers!

 

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All the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals, much as I wish otherwise. Oops, I must be forgiving! Also for Blogging 201.

It all began when Mohan asked me, ‘Why don’t you show us the right answers during exams?’

‘Because I’m very sincere and honest,’ I replied curtly. Priyanka, who was sitting next to me, giggled. Being the class topper meant that I had to hear the same rubbish every day.

‘Is it why you have not yet told him that you love him?’ Mohan asked, a slow, lecherous grinning spreading across his pimpled face. I froze.

There was NO WAY anybody could know about my feelings for him. NO WAY meant NO WAY. The only soul (apart from my cousins, scattered across the country) who knew this secret was my best friend, Sweetie. And there was absolutely NO WAY she would have told that to anyone. Especially Mohan.

‘I don’t believe it,’ I replied. I could feel Priyanka’s dark eyes boring through me, curious about my secret crush.

‘Don’t you? Well then, for all your grades, you are a fool. The biggest fool I’ve ever seen. While we were playing hide and seek in Sweetie’s house, she told me, Asha, Cathy, and him. How you cried and cried over him. Ask her if you want,’ Mohan challenged.

Things that had seemed very silly and random before made perfect sense now. The memory was clear as day. The day I visited Sweetie’s house with her pals. Heaven was on Earth that day.

The unanimous decision to play hide and seek (ultimately kiddish at that time); everyone’s vote to make me the seeker; malicious looks from everyone when I talked with him; his vain attempts to defend me from Mohan’s spiteful remarks; Sweetie’s superior behaviour after the game; oh, it all made sense now. How blind I had been!

Various emotions coursed through me: misery, despair, anger, and rage. But two only two emotions could be felt distinctly – the burning hot feeling of self-preservation, and freezing cold fury. Both of them mixed with the adrenaline, running through my veins, eating me from within.

‘You can tell your darling Sweetie that I do not have a crush on him anymore.’

I couldn’t believe I had just said that. I had doodled his name in my personal diary for a year. I had admired the way his dark brown hair stood out regally from the rest for two years. I had written wild adventure stories with him for three years. And I had known him for four years.

‘Liar,’ Mohan said, and laughed.

I’ve become so numb / I can’t feel you there / I’ve become so tired / So much more aware / I’m becoming this / All I want to do / Is be more like me / And be less like you…

All sounds had been drained out. I was not able to think coherently. I vaguely realized that I was cracking, cracking beyond repair. I was cracking right in front of the girl, whom I had consoled after her first breakup. What will she even think of me now? I had no answer.

I bent my head on the hard wooden desk. Priyanka put her hand around me.

‘It’s him, isn’t it?’ she asked.

I nodded mutely.

‘Let the tears flow, Mads. They will cleanse you, they will heal your soul.’

‘I’ve cried for over three months now, Priyanka. I don’t have any tears left,’ I said, my voice rough with concealed emotions.

‘Just let it go, Mads.’

My mind had this annoying habit of playing BGM whenever I experienced any strong emotion.

Let it go, let it go! / Can’t hold it back any more.
Let it go, let it go! / Turn away and slam the door.
I don’t care what they’re going to say / Let the storm rage on / The cold never bothered me anyway.

 

This was the song that played when the first, salty, tear slid down my cheek.


 

Just lost a wonderful relationship abruptly? Try In The End. Rift in your relationship? What about New DivideIdentity crisis? Let Numb free you. Struck in the same trouble that I was in? Let It Go. Let the Iridescent prism brighten your life

Share your troubles, and I’ll share the lessons. Share the love.

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Officially, the year ends today. Here is a brief overview of my life this year.

The Good

On the academic front, life rocked. I excelled at everything relating to studies. Told you before, I’m a nerd 😛 I forged a bond with my crazy cousins (finally).I shed my complain-box nature and became more accepting. I stopped being judgmental. I learnt to differentiate between true friends and fair-weather friends. I became more trusting. I was finally accepted by my classmates despite all my flaws.


The Bad

I discovered that I was very, VERY jealous and possessive (typical Scorpio traits). I broke my heart over and over again over the wrong person. I earned a crappy reputation in front of my parents by being in the wrong company, and doing silly things on the sly. I’d lost my parents’ trust, and am still working to regain it. And yeah, I still continue to suck at sports. Damn.


The Ugly

Well, the ugliness was the worst part of this year. I found out that my best friend had spread malicious rumors about me. We are not friends anymore now. My ex-crush knows that I had a mad crush on him. Even more disheartening was to discover that a girl whom I considered my friend turned out to be a bitchy back-stabber (who, incidentally, has a crush on my ex-crush). I spent months locked up in my room and cried. I wrote pages in my diary, dripping with angst and sorrow. I lost many nights sleep, I developed an addiction to oily food, cocoa, and caffeine (I got rid of them now, though).


Resolutions

  • To get rid of laziness (impossible)
  • To blog once a week (maybe possible)
  • To forgive and forget
  • To simply let it go

Now, I realize my stupidity, and learnt valuable lessons from them.

I hope no one suffers a fate like mine.

A very happy and prosperous New Year to my pals in the blogosphere 🙂

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A Friend Like You

“You stood by me,

When I was suffering…

You consoled me,

When I was crying…

You supported me,

When I was struggling.

What would I do,

Without a friend like you?

 

You know my darkest secret,

And my worst moments.

Even though you know me completely,

You always discover something new in me.

You have contributed to my success,

And helped me overcome my failures.

What would I do,

Without a friend like you?”

These are the first stanzas of the poem written by Krina, my best friend, and I last year for our school magazine (which never got published). We brainstormed this one, spending only one week for drafting,writing, editing, rewriting, and submitting the poem. I am proud to say that it received much appreciation from our jealous classmates.


 

Krina and I were more like best frenemies, I guess, We both had incredibly conflicting personalities – she was an extroverted, pretty, social butterfly; and I, an introverted, reclusive bookworm. We were not meant to be an example of perfect friendship.

Every other day, we’d yell at each other (okay, she’d rarely yell, I was the one who did all the yelling). Stuff like hearing “Don’t judge me, okay! Do you know ANYTHING about my life?” and “You…You used me! You used me completely like…like a tissue paper!!!” were common to our classmates. Often, these things sounded so stupid and cliched to ourselves that as soon as we said it, we’d forget our argument and start rolling on the floor with laughter. Such was our friendship.


 

Despite all our conflicts, we both had a common dream: to grow up, do well in our respective careers (Krina wants to be a vet while I want to be a lawyer, yeah, I love arguing), become rich, and then build a free school for poor kids with a pet shelter attached. Odd as it may seem, the school idea was Krina’s and the pet shelter idea was mine.

We have already designed the uniform, wanting it to be modern and snazzy, unlike our current uniform (which looks like something out of a 1940’s black-and-white TV). Our modern ideas don’t want to trouble kids with books. Solution? Use tabs!!! The school won’t have the same, old, boring model making – it’ll have cool, virtual 3D models. And most importantly, we won’t have the boring, drowsy teacher-student school – we’ll redefine the meaning of school. And we still hope that we will become rich enough to implement all these ideas – for free.


 

One vivid memory I cherish with my friends is the day I gobbled Krina’s lunch. She had brought this delicious aloo paratha to school. Hindi, the (then) most boring subject had just gotten over, and my friends and I were starving. I had brought a banana (ugh!!!) and my friends had fared no better. So when Krina opened her box of deliciously warm aloo paratha and sauce, it was too much to resist. Provided that her mom was an excellent cook. Suffice to say, I went home with a full stomach and an empty mind, thanking Krina, while Krina went home with an empty stomach and and a full mind – plotting revenge.


 

 

 

Our tastes vastly differed in music too. While I desired melodious pieces by Arijit Singh, Krina preferred Yo Yo Honey Singh’s rap. As a result: conflict. However, we overcame these differences very soon, and started liking the other’s faves. Now, I love Blue Eyes and she loves Milne Hai Mujse AayiIn fact, it is more than that, we both are avid followers of both Arijit Singh and Yo Yo Honey Singh.


All said and done, we both are inter-dependent on each other. We live in a symbiotic relationship. Even now, whenever I am incredibly upset, I call her, have a good cry, get consolation, start smiling, and keep the phone. The same goes for her too.

What would I do without a friend like you, Krina???

For Writing 201, Finding Your Angle and Mystery Ending.

The ‘Sporting’ Spirit: Part 3

(Note this is the third part in The ‘Sporting’ Spirit series. The first and second parts are fun to read too!) 

As I went to sixth, I realized two things. One, I had found that I’m gonna be a miserable failure in sports. Two, I had lost. Just lost. The name ‘Sloth Aunty’ stuck to me permanently, making me (an ardent animal lover) hate sloths.

Last year, I was forced to participate in a long jump competiton. I fretted and protested, pretended I was sick and couldn’t participate, but there was absolutely NO other choice. I had lost my challenge with sports, and I was NOT willing to continue.

No, they said, no other choice for you. I grumbled and went to the long jump ground, thinking many things. I was a sort of unconditional teacher’s pet, so I was incredibly unpopular among students. To put salt on wounds, I was a volunteer too, which made me even more unpopular. I cannot be more unpopular than this, I thought.

I never knew just how much more unpopular this game would make me.

Well. No use crying over split milk. The game started. However much I hate to admit it, the boys were amazing – only at athletics. I enviously glared at the slim, lithe girls (who looked sooo like me, but performances in sports were reversed).

Finally it was my chance. I took a deep breath. As soon as I started running, everybody howled. Cries of ‘Sloth Aunty!’, ‘Madvaanthi (vaanthi means ‘vomit’ in many Dravidian languages)’. I was used to this. I could do this.

As soon as the arena came into focus, I leaped. Without any false allusions. Distance I had jumped? 5 cm. No surprise, I thought, as the crowd booed behind me.

The second run proved to have the same result. As I sat down, thoroughly exhausted, I thought. What is wrong in losing? People will make fun of you? You will have lowered self-esteem? Nobody will respect you? You will become unpopular? So WHAT???

There is nothing wrong in any of these. Why then, should we feel ashamed. Failure is the stepping stone to success. Failure teaches us. Not only do we learn (ahem) from our mistakes, we also discover our strengths. We learn what works for us and what doesn’t through trial-and-error. Though this might take some (actually a very long) time, we eventually discover what we are good at.

I discovered something. Though I had lost (miserably), some day or the other, I’ll finally find SOME sport in which I WILL outshine others. I have lost my adventurous spirit once, but now that I have found it, I’ll never lose it again.

For Writing 101, Day Sixteen