Bye July

i didn't realise until now that this was the last day of july. This month went by so fast. I'd been more distressed than usual this month. This month brought moments of extreme exasperation, tiredness and fuck-this-shit attitude in me. But i also had an amazing time on some rare days. I don't know.. it's been a roller coaster ride for my mood scales.
During the summer i was waiting restlessly for rains to come. i thought they'd bring freshness and breezy pitter patter that sounds almost like music. They did, except it sound really mournful. The absence of sun in the sky certainly didn't raise my spirits. The grey sky seems gloomy. I'm so ready for autumn now.

    

But today had been good. All those distressing thoughts kept at bay. In the morning i had mustered every ounce of self reproach to make me go outside and carry on my business with the world. It was hard because i just didn't want to leave my room at all, i was in such a crappy mood. But then i met up with a friend who engaged me in a conversation so entertaining that an hour passed by smoothly without me having any negative thought. From there on i was in a good mood all day :) I know, some friends are just so cool.

I just hope that August goes by blissfully and hopefully without any mood swings. 

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IN AND OUT

what and why? two most dominating words weighing down my mind at moments of uncertainity.Shit like this always happens and when it does i keep coming back to these questions.

i've had a lot of phases. Well, basically only 2 phases most of the time. Phase 1: all i wanted to do was to lie in my room wishing the world beyond that door didn't exist or rather i didn't. coexistence seemed intriguing, paradoxical, and just a bit too much. Ever felt like you'd explode? yeah, well been there.Phase 2: Sort of whenever i recover from phase 1; the period of numbness when the wounds aren't as raw and i feel like i can act cool and okay with everything and i start not to sweat things too much, have a ripping time whenever i meet someone. but inevitably it all comes back. i start seeing the ghost of reasons i had chosen, believed to ignore this world. the scab gets rubbed and reels again.

An that is the story of how my life is pretty much trapped between these two shitty phases. always in out of two dark worlds... its like nothing good ever happens.
can things ever be better than this?

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Shitload of pictures

i was out of town this week. it was a long drive to my aunt's place and on the way was beautiful view of Ratapani Forest area so i clicked away :)

Self Portrait

I have a cold so i was locked up at home all day and i had to keep myself occupied somehow so that i could forget this terrible headache i had, so i made a self portrait!

This is how i look:

And this is how i drew myself:

Ah well, 

lol :D

A Day Out in Bhopal

My eyes are stinging from all the dirt, dust and pollutants got into them and i have a headache. But as it usually go with all adventures it was worth it. Breaking up the routine and mundane, getting out and doing something with friends is 10 times more fun experience than it sounds. Compare doing these things alone and you'll be bored to death, but when you do all this with a gang of people like mine you would definitely say at the end of the day that it was worth it. these things define the difference between 'time wasted' and a 'time well spent.

• Blaze trailing the roads of Bhopal on our two-wheelers, from one end to the other.
• Bickering over where to go next
• Aquarium visit. (Yes, you read right)
• Breaking (or just thinking and speculating of breaking) into deserted misshapen looking bungalows in hope of discovering a haunted place. 
• Risking slipping on oddly shaped rocks at 100 ft high just for the sake of a 'view'.
• Never ending leg pulling.

So, even though i missed lunch to hang about and had to drive all over, i'd say it was worth it. 

Pictures soon :)

Just For The Sake Of Posting Some Random Shit On My Blog

Because i can. So, apparently,

There is a code and meaning behind the number of roses you give to someone on a bouquet. 

Here’s some examples:

• One rose: On a first date, it means love at first sight. 

• Three roses: the shared love of a couple. A traditional one month anniversary.

• Nine roses: Means we’ll be together forever.

• Twelve roses: Means “be mine!”

• Fifteen roses: “I’m sorry!”

• Twenty-four: “I’m yours!”

i didn't know this useless piece of information and so i figured that you won't either and then i just ventured forth to post this so i could waste you time. Ha! *does the evil laugh*

It's Not About the Bike

It's Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life by Lance Armstrong
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

i don't normally read non fiction or biographies but this was given to me by a friend over the weekend and i started it in the morning and i was finished with it by dinner time. it is emotional, human, philosophical read about a lot of things - a sincere attempt to survive, to live life 'carpe diem' way, to accept suffering as a part of life, to beat against the odds.

the first half of the book had tears welling up in my eyes after every page or two. as i said those very human moments told in first person by Lance Armstrong just get you.
it was very inspirational and i'd suggest everyone to read this book. no matter your age or what genre you prefer, this will never fail to inspire.


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