Tag Archive: Sucks

I’ll turn 23 in exactly 2 weeks. Although I’m trying to be all happy, something doesn’t seem right. I probably need a break. A good long break from the place where I just have my camera, all new set of people, beautiful beaches and land, awesome people.

“What do you want for your birthday?”, asked my brother.

“Maybe a job, nice car and tickets to Europe/Singapore/Canada?!”, I replied enthusiastically.

“Get a life boozo!”

Is this what a girl gets when she turns 23? A life from her brother?! NO! 😛
*This was pure sarcasm. No angry voices in the background or the devil in my head speaking.*

But honestly, I really need to get a life and get excited for my birthday. I don’t want a freaking sad birthday again! Me no likey.. :#

I thought I’ll try to reach 50 posts on my birthday. For which I need exactly 18 posts after this one.
*Cool thoughts only come in shower because my place is freaking boiling. It’s 116 F. No wonder Indians are dark with so much dark hair because we practically get baked & grilled & fried and even our hair follicle would want to escape. What was God thinking when he placed India so strategically just where the sun loves to dance!*

Anyhow. Jokes apart, 50 posts would be difficult but I can definitely give it a shot. 😀 It would be fun I guess. So now comes the most difficult part: The MATH! *scary background noise with a screechy scream*


18 posts in 14 days. And if you count my birthday day too, so 15 days.

15 days = 18 posts

1 day = (18/15) posts

∴ 1 day = 1.2 posts

Okay. I totally suck at math. This can be proved from the above equations. Because any smart or even an average 10 year old with basic knowledge of fractions can solve this in a jiffy. My math concept are even deeper than Marina Trench. *Sarcasm. And it sounds better when it’s said in Hindi* 😛

The only time when I can cry as much as I want and still come out feeling beautiful and happy, without anyone judging me – My Shower.
It is one place where most of my honest, unadulterated and practical thinking is done.

Today I woke up depressed. Cried my heart out thinking about my future, while taking a bath. My college life is about to get over. It’s so sad to see how – even though unintentionally – I’ll be murdering so many expectations. The burden of how I’ll break the news to my folks of a bleak future, breaks and shatters me into million tiny pieces. I feel as if I’m the worst child ever.

I listen to so many friends of mine, fretting about their future, even though they are doing decently well in academics. I hear them cursing the system and college and how the kids who don’t even the know basics of running of an application, end up scoring marks and they don’t. Yes, it’s disheartening to see that you have more knowledge but just because you can’t vomit the books onto the paper, you are categorized under the mediocre category. So, I eventually just end up encouraging them, oh how amazing person each one of them is, and no matter how the college treats them, I have full confidence that bright future awaits in a near future.

I never say a word about my story. The pain I get up with everyday in my heart including the cry sessions I have in my shower, thinking where will I go after my college gets over. For me, it’s a funeral everyday. But according to people, I’m another person who is least bothered about studies, who is always having a fun time, who can give them tips on how to dress up or do their hair, be bitchy, who can give advice when they need help (friends), and later just ignore me.

I’m sick and tired of this image and it pinches me when people treat me as trash. Just because I don’t speak my lifeline doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings or I’m not concerned. I’m not asking you to sit and listen to my story. All I want is a small gesture of kindness where I get a re-assurance that I’ll do well in life, no matter whatever situation I’m in right now. Nothing else. I know the situation is screwed up, but giving a tiny hope of happiness to someone isn’t really much to ask for. Even little words would work magic for me.

Pretty sad, right? But this is the only place apart from my bathroom, where I can convey my true feelings.

So please God, roll the double 6’s for me already! Everyone is about to reach the end, and I’m still stuck at the beginning of the race. It’s killing me every single moment.

PS: This is pure PMS.

PPS: Only 50 days left for my birthday! Yeay! So excited! 😀