AAP-we voted for them

I'm in the midst of an infuriating discussion online on AAP (Aam Aadmi Party). In case you haven't heard, they want to legalize khaps. I mean, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM?
In case, you have no clue what I'm talking about, here, read this.
Done?
Hope your rage has built up enough.
This is insane. I mean really, educated people who wanted change voted for AAP. We didn't, thank you very much, vote you in as State Govt. just for you to come swishing in with bring back child marriage. And why, you ask? Because: "Once girls hit puberty, they start to...stray. This encourages rape. To prevent straying, early marriage is good."
ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME?
Excuse me for the all caps. I'm angry.
Anyway, even sati (a woman dying when her husband does) is a marvellous idea because dead woman="pure" woman. Totally with you on that AK. That makes SOOO much sense.
Khaps have gone too far. In an attempt to keep our Hindu culture "pure" they have encouraged the most ridiculous things. I read recently this book called the Accidental Apprentice (Vikas Swarup) which highlighted the brutality of Khaps.
Have we not progressed? Have we not moved beyond these archaic practices of sati and marrying of children? We have not moved forward and become so much just to bring back these rituals.
This is insane according to me. We voted you for change towards the future, not the past AAP.
 

If this isn't a tag, I'm making it one.

Put your iPod/Phone on shuffle. Note down the first 10 songs (no cheating). Be judged.
Mine:

1. Dreams and Disasters-Owl City
2. Love Today-MIKA
3. Timber(feat Ke$ha)-Pitbull
4. All Alone-fun.
5. That La, La, La- Rihanna
6. Hello-Karmin
7. Silence and the End of All Things-Chameleon Circuit (Time Lord pop band)
8. After Ever After-Jon Cozart
9. Telephone (feat. Beyoncé)-Lady Gaga
10. Disaster Boy-Cobra Starship

In my defence, I went through several musical phases and never had the heart to delete them.
See you whenever.

Season Finales and the Dalai Lama

MyMusic's season 2 is now over and any MyMusician is facing withdrawal. Last Tumblr Tuesday, last Mosh. Yep, it's here.
*SPOILER*
And every Scentern2 or Scenechart shipper is now happy. That means me.
*SPOILER OVER*
So, yeah. That happened. I'm rewatching like crazy and crying at the Mosh finale.
Re-read TFiOS (The Fault in Our Stars) and then cried. Also saw the trailer of it.
I met the Dalai Lama. Well not exactly met, but he came to school and gave a speech.
He is an amazing person. Kind, sweet and while he is kind of old-man ish ( I know, I know, he's about 80 and I should give him a break) but he just like a child and so hilarious. As in, pretty much every few minutes, we would burst into laughter with his infectious laughter.
Essentially, he is epic and cool and awesome. Brilliant.
Had the most epicest cake today baked by yours truly's best friend. Its like chocolate heaven.
Guys, read the Bone Season. I finished it (for the 4th time). READ IT, DAMMIT.
I am also re-watching Doctor Who. I'm on The Rise of The Cybermen  with my favourite doctor ( Tennant).Comic Con in exactly a week! I'm going as River Song from the Day of the Moon

. I'll put my picture as her (the UH-MAZING Alex Kingston) soon. Day 2, I'm going low key as a Star Trek command with a yellow sweater. Easy-A.

See you whenever.

The Silent Observer-This Story Thing

Chick flick alert! Well, not really. But still, if it veers into chick flick category, don't say I didn't warn you.
I've had this idea since November and never thought to put it down. Well now I am.

Story:
Hi, I'm an observer of everything. I'm shy and mousy and people just don't pay attention to me. I'm not complaining or anything, in fact, I love to observe. So here I am. Another day in my high school.

Oh! There's the bell. I see kids rushing everywhere and Ms Drew walks out.
Lipstick? Perfect. Coif? Perfect. Clothes? Perfect. If there was a teacher version of perfection, Ms Drew was it. She's still struggling to fit in, it's evident. She drinks out a "Best Teacher" mug which she obviously gifted to herself (new, never polished and still with the price tag sticker) and takes home piles of work, often others. I have seen your writing on my tests sometimes, and you don't teach me.

Jake skateboards past me. He's the supposed cool guy or something. He has issues, I know. Don't ask me how, I just do. His saggy pants, headphones, loud voice and attention to popular things tell that he's desperate to fit in and don't think, Jake, that those stiches that mean that you, or someone else, mended your clothes, aren't visible to me

Arlene stomps past in her grunge cargo pants and a metal sweatshirt. It's clear as day that she's got something going on, why else would she be in a bad mood?It's not family issues though. Or boy issues. Or school issues. She just wants to be a non-conformist and not like stuff anyone else does. I've heard strains of Taylor Swift from your earphones, Arlene.She's going about it the wrong way though. Ask me, I've observed people who don't fit in for years.

A gaggle of girls walk past. They look similar in their pink heels and matching bags, Vera Bradley, I think. It is Mean Girls day today for them, which meant pink. Yes, it is a Wednesday.

In class, Mr Ericman tries explaining the symbolism in An Allegory of A Cave, by Aristotle. It was quite fascinating, however the music girls behind me wouldn't stop singing to The Cave by Mumford and Sons. After listening carefully, they turned out to be an inspiration from An Allegory. I was obvious that they never knew. Mr Ericman struggles to teach. If he only was a little stricter.

In Algebra, Violet pretends not to know cubic equations. It is to impress Carl, but it is so clear that Carl liked smart Violet, not dumb Violet. And Violet is smart. Her calculations are almost at lightning speed. Violet, this is clichéd, but be who you are.

I realize the words "evident" and "clear" have cropped up quite frequently. Maybe that is not the case. Maybe others don't see what I'm perceptive towards. Even the smallest change I notice. I would be wonderful to live as someone else for a day and see how much they notice. Do they see that Hansen's laces are blue, not black anymore? Do they see that the lunch lady is wearing a new cap? Do they notice that the computers in the lab have been cleaned around the edges somewhere on Monday?
Do they notice, do they see?

Ends.
Opinions? And your ideas?
Also, how articulate are my titles?
See you whenever.
 

This Thing I Saw And Liked.

 
So, this thing happened. I saw it on Bloggess (I worship you, in case you were seeing this) and I thought to myself, hmmm, maybe.
The book I picked up was The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon (which I was re-reading my favourite bits) and this is what the first line on page 45 is.
"The street that stretched in front of us was oddly wide"
This is sort of true. My (non-existent) love life has a quite a lot of distance to cover and progress. Or maybe that is just my (non-existent) poetic mind. I don't know.
I also had an epiphany of sorts when I punched a kid for making sexist comments. Don't point towards the cafeteria and say "shouldn't you be there, not here" next time. To anyone. Anyway, I have this feeling that in attempts for me feeling tougher, I hit people. I pretty crap at sports, and I don't know, being "tougher" makes me feel that more people will take me seriously. People anyway think I'm 11, so it really doesn't help
Also, watch the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. If you're not a true blue fan, or better yet, haven't read the books, watch the movie. While the movie is funnier, I find the book to be much more... detailed? It's not the right word but ish. Do both.
Getting in trouble. I'm a regular goody two-shoes (I know. BO-RING) and after a while, I got into trouble along with about 5 others for not doing work. It felt oddly good to see everybody's WTF expressions. But at the same time, I was internally freaking out (see post on Paranoia)
I made Nutella cookies today. They made me feel better.
Next post is a chapter of an untitled story which I may/may not continue on
See you whenever.
 

Face Paint

You think that your face paint
Makes you shine out from the rest
But everyone else
Has it painted on too

You think it makes you glow
But it just hides what you are
Want to stand out from the crowd?

Be who you are
Strip of that face paint
And with it that personality
That one that hides the true you and
Makes you shine

Strip of that fake laughter
And with it your fake everything
Because nothing makes you stand  out more
Than just plain old you...

P.s: Sung to a mix of Oblivion by Bastille and Beautiful Surprise by India Arie. Both amazing songs

P.p.s: Couldn't stop self trolling this but: what if my true personality was of a serial killer?

See you whenever

Graffiti

When I say, I like doodling, I'm not joking. The picture here is of my folder which I got just a week ago. Covering it with stuff was never my intention.
Doodling is a way I make my mark on the world. I'm too shy to do anything in public (oh, the horror) so I doodle. EVERYWHERE.
You can tell I'm a fangirl can't you? Don't worry, I won't annoy you with my fangirling. That's in Tumblr and Pinterest.
I'm a serial procrastinator but don't seem like one. I do my work burning the midnight oil but have it completed the next day.
I guess that's all.
I have a lyric coming up in my head. Will tell soon.

See you whenever. 

My First Post is About Paranoia

Welcome. This is my blog in which you are going to be hit with shitloads of things.
There. Now that that's settled, let's get going.
I'm super paranoid. This probably comes from watching too much crime shows and being with even other paranoid people. When I say paranoid, I don't just mean someone who worries about what grade they would get and whether so and so likes them. I mean someone whose thoughts are constantly being eroded by the world's end.
I'm serious.
I'm constantly thinking whether that person opposite me on the train is going to attack me, whether my best friend is going to die, whether I'll be robbed when I get back. While I wouldn't go to say that it is a problem, it is a mildish problem.
The other day, my mum went out for something or the other and told me she'll be back in an hour. She came 15 minutes later, and within that time I had worked up so many theories on why she was late, I had worked myself up into a frenzy. I stay up late imagining worst case scenarios and then cry about it.
Oh hell, just re-read this and realized how depressing it sounds. I'M QUITE CHEERFUL, I SWEAR.
Well, that's me for you
I think having a blunt first post is good-ish. I mean, you'll get people who are willing to read and criticize, but then you put of anybody who isn't. Sad but true.
This blog will basically contain the musings of a person who was insipired to write a blog, but can't write.
It may have poems, broken bits of my songs, maybe a picture, maybe a rant, maybe a recipe, maybe a story, maybe my thoughts, maybe a secret reveal.
I do have a Sparkblog which no-one reads.

Give it a go. If you want. I mean, who am I to tell you, AMIRITE? 

Tumblr.. Fair warning, I'm a fangirl newb. First 50 followers get a follow back.

Pinterest Sorry, no such follower deal. However I'm very proud of my boards. This also gets daily-ish update. Ish.

Don't expect me to be regular. I'm in highschool and have y'know, things to do. But once in 2 weeks is a promise. I swear. Maybe. DON'T JUDGE MEH