Tale in a Tweet

Today was the first day of our three day long college fest, Meraki and to be really, really honest, I’m quite proud of everyone who’s worked for this. Its our first inter college fest and the first day was quite definitely a success.

For most part of the festival, I’m a committee member for Photography and Registration, however I ended up taking part in one of the events today! Now the event was called “Tale in a Tweet” where they’d give you three different words and you had to choose one and write  a short tale in 140 characters (inspired by Twitter’s previous 140 character limit!) The three words they gave us were – Nostalgia, faith and Isolate. I chose faith and here’s what I wrote for this really spur of the moment decision of participating!

“Why did you give up on us?”, he asked.
“I didn’t, I just lost faith.”
“Why? I did everything with you.”
“I lost faith when you started doing everything with me and nothing for me.” 

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400 Followers!

Its my last trimester end exam today, and guess what was the first thing I saw today on my phone when I opened it?

Yes, you guessed it right! I’ve crossed 400 Followers! (dies from internally screaming way too loudly)

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My official tally is now 403;

Honestly, a huge, and big, and gigantic thank you to everyone who follows me to those really amazing people to take time out to read whatever I’ve written, no matter how inconsequential it is! 

For the past few months, I have been way too engrossed in what is happening around me and thus have never been updating properly and having just really small filler posts. I promise this changes now, I’ve decided to go back to being  regular blogger (even if it just means ranting about my second last year at law school)

AOL

An Open Letter to the girl who Loved me and died;

Waking up at 6:30 AM in the morning is no joke. A lot of effort goes into prying your eyes open and getting ready for the day. In fact, a lot of effort goes into trying to get more than 5 hours of decent sleep. In such circumstances, being woken up by the continuous ringing of my cellphone at 3:36 AM is not my preferred start to the day. 

Over three long years, I’ve tried my best to forget my ex-roommate’s call at 3:36 AM on the morning of 22nd August. Who wants to be woken up to the news that his best friend from college days was involved in a car accident, and died? Now I know why you always hated people who drove like  nothing mattered – because in that moment, I hated them too. 

When I look back at everything you’ve ever done for me, one single memory stands out. That one seemingly random afternoon when you came up to me and in hushed tones told me you loved me; and all I could say was “But I’ve always seen you as a sister.” You and I, we promised each other that nothing would come in the way of our friendship, that we wouldn’t let the situation get awkward. Fast forward one week and you texted me, “You haven’t even talked to me all week.” I know I didn’t say it then, but know this: It wasn’t that I hadn’t talked to you, it was that I was becoming too much for you. I was taking up all your thoughts and all your time, and now I knew I was taking up all your love. 

Then we drifted apart. You graduated, and I was still here. You knew I hated texting and so you never texted, but you always, always called me up once in a while. I don’t know how to apologize for never picking up. 

I hadn’t talked to you in over 16 months when Sebastian called me up at 3:36 AM in the morning. I’m not kidding when I say that I spent the next 16 hours wondering what I ever did to deserve your love. I treated you as dispensable, when you were, and always will be, the most indispensable person I’ve ever know. You were there when those tall girls with sly smiles broke my heart, and you were there when my anxiety got the better of me. You listened to me complain and rant, and you listened to stories about all my dates. Even when I came up and called you fake, you never left. You stood by me through everything, even when I couldn’t do the same. 

I was always too late in everything. On your birthday that one year, I was the last person to wish you – I know I’m too late to say this but know that my words and actions may have fallen short, but I never stopped caring for you. I never stopped missing you when you graduated and left. I never stopped thinking about calling you and talking to you. 

When you died, I couldn’t help but remember everything about you. Your silly obsession with boybands, your one beer per night policy, you asking me to stop smoking, you. I can’t  help but wonder how many times you cried when we fought, for how long did you wait before texting me after a fight? I know your best friend hated me and I know she felt I didn’t care. But I always did. I never knew I could miss you anymore than how much I missed you when college went on break for 2 months. But it’s been three years, and each day I miss you more. 

You will always be my favourite person to talk to, and I will always hate that boy who made you doubt yourself. And I will still not know how to thank you for every word, every moment, every phone call. 

Yours sincerely,
The boy who took too much and couldn’t give too much.

“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.