“My Inspiration’s Run Dry”

Its been a whole week since college started (second last year of law school – self high five!), and to be quite honest, I’ve handled things pretty well.

My new goal for this 10th Trimester is to be happy and stress free – to accept things and still not get crazed and angry. Seeing as only 6 days have gone bye, I can’t really say how well this has been going. However, I have been coping!

In other news, I seem to have lost all and any kind of inspiration. My thoughts and ideas have vanished and dried up and there’s really nothing going on to blog about. On the bright side of all of this, I’ve been staying really healthy – both mentally and physically, and let me tell you, it is the best feeling ever. My acne has improved so much, and my brain isn’t continuously muddled with crazy thoughts about anything and everything. Also, my reading is on an all time high and I’ve read some really exiting books this summer (Case in Point: Hear the Wind Sing and Pinball by Haruki Murakami)

This post is quite pointless other than the fact that I really, really wanted to write and couldn’t really come up with anything to write about.

 

 

P. S – I’m actually not hating college that much right now!

Quote: Dead Poets Society

I haven’t been here since way too long. Mostly because I’ve been at home (eating A LOT of mother’s cooking) and thus having no time to open my laptop once in a while. But also mostly because I’ve had nothing at all to write about.

But, college resumes on the 10th of July, 2017 – just for everyone to keep up: this starts my fourth year at law school. And in the spirit of that, here’s one of my all time favourites from a must watch movie.

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Dead Poets Society is a brilliant, simple movie that stays with you long after you’re done watching it. Yes, I cried. And yes, you will cry. But this movie is so good, you should not be not watching this movie.

Robin Williams plays an English professor at an all boys’ school and he plays it with such finesse that it will leave you wishing you had him as your professor. He comes to this school to teach teenagers and has a greater impact on them than the Headmaster asks for. Oh and also, he has a greater impact on you, that you asked for.

WWYD?

What if there’s one person you really want to tell something to, and that’s the one person you completely cannot tell this thing to?

For everyone who hasn’t seen/read The Fault in Our Stars; its about two teenagers who both have cancer and who fall in love and one of them dies (because obviously how else are you going to make everyone cry?) When Augustus dies, Hazel is heartbroken, and her parents try communicating with her all day. She’s sitting all alone on her swing set and she’s hating this simple fact that everyone wants to talk to her about Gus’ death. This is what she thinks at that exact moment: “The only person I wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters death, was Augustus Waters.” 

For obvious reasons, she couldn’t.

What if this happens to you once in a while? What if there’s just one person in this entire universe you want to tell something to and that’s just the one person you absolutely cannot tell this thing to? It could be anything. You want to tell something to your best friend but she would hate you for saying that. So you don’t tell her. But you really, really don’t want to tell anyone else.

When you look back, this seems like such a common dilemma. At any time in life, you’re stuck with this piece of information, or you have this advice you wanna give out, or just this massive feeling and the only person you want to tell is the person you can’t! – Maybe this information is about them, maybe this advice would seem to them as you overstepping your boundaries, But you really don’t want to tell anyone else. You want their opinion, their voice, their talk. But they’re your figurative Augustus Waters.

So, what would you do?

Arrow Season 5 Finale!

Spoilers of all kinds ahead! 

If you watched Episode No. 22 of Arrow’s season five, you would’ve desperately been waiting for the finale. I have two words for the finale: Worth it.
Arrow’s Season 5 finale starts with Oliver teaming up with Nyssa Al-Ghul, Malcom Merlyn and Slade Wilson (all kinds of ‘yesssssssss’ for that!) and flying over to Lian You to rescue practically everyone he’s ever loved.

Arrow’s little and superb team is up against Adrian Chase (who I LOVED till he turned full psycho), Black Siren, Evelyn, Taliaa Al-Ghul and then there’s the problem of Oliver’s cute little son being held hostage.

All, in all the episode is brilliant beyond words and much, much, much better than the Season 4 finale.

Everyone’s facing off against each other and I couldn’t get enough of Slade and Malcolm! The episode has various tear-worthy moments and for 90% of the episode you’re sitting and going crazy. The kickass finale ends with Oliver’s flashbacks coming back to a full circle as they show the first scene of the first episode of the first season as the last flashback scene.

The episode ends with no one knowing who’s alive other than Oliver and his son.
(If the writers have killed off Rene, Dinah, Slade, or Quentin I’m going to be really, really unhappy)

If you’ve never watched Arrow, this is the correct time to start!

Its my face, and its my acne!

I don’t think the title of the post gives away the frustration that when in to writing this post; since I’m 99.99% sure it doesn’t, this is how frustrated I was:

 

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SO now since everyone is up to date –

I have tons of acne. Not kidding. I’ve had acne problems since what feels like forever (its not forever though I had beautifully clear skin back in 2011). Anyway, the point of this post is this: I have acne. I’ve made peace with it. I’ve made peace with my acne and we don’t fight anymore. So the acne isn’t a problem anymore. What the actual problem is people (isn’t it always but?). People. People who think they have a right to comment on my face, or my acne, or better yet, give solutions! Excuse me, does this look like your face, or your problem? I don’t think so, because from here it looks like my face and subsequently my problem!

Everywhere I go, there will be at least 1 person who’s decided to comment on my face: “Oh why do you have so many marks?”
“I have the perfect solution!”
“It worked so well for my brother, it’ll work wonders on you.”

The problem with people is even if you ignore them, They. Will. Not. Stop. Talking. I often wonder though, is this a problem with people, or is this a problem with Indians? What do you think?
Getting back to the point of this blog post, I was traveling in the Mumbai local train with my friends. I’m sitting peacefully, minding my own business – not even throwing dirty glares at aunties talking obnoxiously loudly! Out of nowhere, this lady taps my hand and then starts off a long and annoying and filled with really, really bad vocabulary rant about what I should do for my acne! Hello, who asked you? I don’t even know you! The woman doesn’t stop till she gets down, and also shows me pictures of her boyfriend who has beautiful skin now! And guess what? Just before she gets down, she says these exact words in Hindi: “If you need ANY help at all, do not hesitate to contact me, okay?” Random train woman gives zero fucks that I haven’t responded to any part of the conversation.

After she leaves, an old aunty who thinks she knows all the life hacks in the world, starts off. First, by stating that everything random woman spoke was false and the only true cure to acne is Ayurvedic medicine! Wow. Thanks for this piece of advice random old aunty to a person who’s dealt with acne since you were annoying: FOREVER.

These two instances were just two isolated events. I can’t even begin to talk about the amount of times random people have tried to give me advice like they’ve known me since I was in kindergarten. So I think its safe to say that I LOATHE people who think they’ve got the right to advice me about my health issues. The only people with that right are my parents, my brother and my doctor. So if you don’t feature in this really small and concise list, I have one advice for you:

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Symphony

Matt dumped his bag on the floor and fell back on his bed. He had barely closed his eyes when his phone started blaring up. Even without picking up he knew it was his best friend, Dan. No one else ever called him, apart from his tutor, or the daycare where he left his sister.

“Dan, we just talked fifteen minutes ago. At school.”, Matt heard some shuffling and then Dan’s slow and shallow breathing. Matt suddenly tensed and sat up on his bed, “Dan? Are you there? Are you okay?” Dan sighed loudly before finally speaking, barely above a whisper, “I’m here. I’m not fine.” The words had barely left Dan’s lips, and Matt was already racing back down the stairs with his bag.

“What’s up, buddy? Talk to me. I’m always here, you know that.”, Matt spoke as he climbed onto his bike and started cycling towards Dan’s foster home. Matt waited patiently as he again heard Dan sighing followed by low sniffling. Matt’s heart broke when he heard his best friend breaking down. True, Matt had only met Dan six months ago, and for most of those six months Dan had been quite and reserved and Matt had practically forced his friendship upon the boy – but Dan meant more to Matt than any other friend had ever. Counting his father and sister out, Dan was the only other human being Matt cared about. Matt and Dan had a weird friendship. Almost when Matt had given up on trying to get Dan to step out of his comfort zone, Dan had taken a plunge out of it and opened up to Matt in a way Matt had never expected him to.

Matt still remembered the first time they had gone swimming together. Dan had complained all throughout the ride to the lake about being a terrible swimmer and when Matt decided they would race from the shore to the depth limit, Dan had beaten him by more than a minute! Fair and Square! Matt was so shocked and so excited that day, so much so that when Dan was changing into fresh clothes Matt had jumped him from behind all to the shock of poor Dan who tried very hard to cover up his arms before Matt could see anything. But Matt had seen it. Matt had seen everything. The scars on his wrist and the blue bruises extending all the way up to his shoulders. Before Matt could have said anything, Dan had angrily pulled his sweatshirt over him and stormed away. It took Matt two whole weeks, a million text messages, innumerable calls and uncountable visits to Dan’s house to get him to finally start talking to Matt again. And when Dan did start talking again, it took all of only five minutes of spending time with Matt for him to start crying and telling him everything.

“Daniel. Dan, you’re still there, aren’t you?”, Matt was trying his best to hide the panic laced under those words as he cycled with all his might to reach Dan. After the line being completely silent for two minutes, Dan suddenly spoke up and Matt almost burst into tears on hearing his voice, “I, I can’t do this anymore.” Matt took deep breaths before replying, “Talk to me, Dan. What are you doing? What’s going through your head right now?” Matt patiently waited for an answer, and his heart almost failed when he heard Dan’s answer.

“My foster father takes sleeping pills, one per night. If I took maybe twenty one might, I wouldn’t have to do this anymore.”

Matt’s head was going into overdrive. He put all his life into peddling as fast as he could. “Dan, listen to me. Remember that day, at the movies? We heard that song that both of us actually liked! We heard it, and we both liked it instantly! C’mon, I know you remember.” “Yeah, that symphony song.”, Dan muttered, almost inaudible.
“Yeah! Symphony song. Remember what I said to you about the symphony song, Dan?”
“You told me to listen to it whenever I felt bad.” “And, what else? I said something else too, I clearly remember.” Dan was completely crying now. Matt could hear it across the receiver and it took everything in him to not break down as well. Matt was mere seconds away from Dan’s house now. But with every second of Dan not replying, Matt was coming closer to a panic attack. Matt threw his bike on the curb, barged into the house and raced up the stairs to Dan’s room, praying with everything that the room was unlocked.

“You said, you said to wait for you. Because you’d always come.”

Tears raced down Matt’s face as he ran over to Dan curled up on the floor with the bottle of pills spread out on the bed above. Matt wrapped his arms around Dan’s body tightly and kept lightly rocking him till Dan moved his own arms to hug Matt back. Matt took a huge sigh of relief as his heart started beating back to normal. “Thank you for always coming.”, Dan whispered as Matt hugged him tighter.

13 Reasons Why;

There are two types of people currently reading this: People who’ve watched Thirteen Reasons Why and people who haven’t. If you fall in this later category, drop everything and watch it; right now.

Thirteen Reasons Why is an original netflix series based on Jay Asher’s novel of the same name published back in 2007 (if you haven’t read that either; READ IT!) The show is about Hannah Baker, a 17 year old girl who commits suicide and then leaves 13 tapes with 13 reasons recorded on them stating why she committed suicide.

If you have read the book, you would’ve been as excited as I was when you heard about this series – the book is brilliant, and the show would be as well. I watched the 13 episodes in 3 days and I cannot stop recommending it to everyone! The show is powerful and heartbreaking. It is 95% like the novel and is amazingly made into thirteen one-hour episodes that show you precisely why you should think twice before saying anything to anyone.

This show will make you cry. And make you cringe, and make you hate characters like you’ve never hated before, but it is most definitely a must-watch, and that novel always has been a must-read.