I Choked Back My Tears For?

Ring the Bells.
Ring it loud.

I am listening.
I am lost.
But I am listening.
So go ring the bells for me.

I am waiting for life to happen.

Regrets are what I left behind.I know what I don't know.
Confused?
My love's like the last man standing.Go figure that out.

I'll pray till then.


I am no Superman.But I put you back right,right?

Minds all conked out.And I don't care.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,LOSER!

Ah well this woman has ALWAYS complained to me about how I always write about everyone else but her and well,I thought I'll blog about my best friend Nija Arora on her 18th birthday!
Actually,now I am lost for words because there's SO much and I can't put it all down.Besides,she knows it.YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT THAT IS.She knows what I think.HOW weird is that?But haha I am so glad she does.Or else I'll be a lunatic blowing fire(no clue why I said that).She's pretty awesome and I can't do without her.No really.I cannot.I am very difficult you know.I throw HUGE tantrums and who bears it all?Oh yes,my lovely.So I've used all means of communication to wish her.Was at her 'social get together'(she prefers to call it THAT),called her at 12(ok FINE at 1,I kinda overslept),mailed her,wished her through writing(MY AMAZING CARD and a tiny note),surprised her on her birthday AND NOW through my awesome blog which btw is soon going to celebrate its FIRST birthday too!
Well Nija reads my every post(yup I have to keep giving her reminders to do so).She LOVES F.R.I.E.N.D.S.She does not like the canteen's samosa.She prefers chicken sandwich.She ALWAYS has this girl named Shruti at her place:)OH and we both love Lion King oh AND Grease.
We talk about our future all the time and as school gets over I feel it's actually gonna happen soon.I am so glad I've got you Nija.I am.And I hope we have a kickass future.I hope you get your Pilot and the 'mansion'.HAHA

I love you,Grumpyface.

P.S I had lot more to write but I am bit too busy.EID TOMORROW! and oh well Nija knows anyways:)

P.P.S I know you're gonna kill me for that picture I uploaded.BUT I think it's really funny:)

Closer to the End.

Well,closer to the end of the year at least and well WHAT a year it has been!I am done with the exams and I feel so good already!At least till I get hold of my papers:) I am going to finish school in 4 months and I have mixed feelings over it.I hate studying and I hate the whole idea of being tested on what you've learned.Well,hate is too strong a word.Basically,I don't like going through the grueling hours doing accounts or math.It's boring.However mushy it sounds I LOVE the people around me.And even now I have no clue how the last day's gonna be.I am just going to cry buckets.I love my class.And I'll miss them dearly.Even the Science class:) I have been an emotional wreck.Well I am always HAPPY about something or ANGRY.People who know me well,just know how childish and WEIRD I can get.Yet,they don't complain.
See where I am going?I can't do without some people and it sucks because I know I can't be with them.I just keep seeing the positive side of EVERYTHING.
I am JEALOUS FREAK.I am VERY POSSESSIVE of people I love.And though people might think that's just really creepy,I really don't care.The thing is-that's how I am.Well I have no clue where this post's heading towards.SO before it does.Let me introduce you to my view on stuff.

E.R vs. Grey's Anatomy

Ah okay this is gonna be a biased post because I LOVE E.R!E.R is wayyy more medical than Grey's.And some people don't find that interesting.The thing I like about E.R is the way it looks at relationships.They just need to look at each other at the chemistry is bang on!
I loved Grey's in the first 2 seasons.All the characters were SO interesting to watch.But then it got a little too crappy with Izzie's hallucinations and blah and with George's death I completely stopped.



Harry Potter vs.Twilight.

HARRY POTTER HANDS DOWN!I loved all the characters.I loved the evil ones!How I loved Malfoy.And I had always like Snape-he was actually a nice guy!I mean Twilight cannot be compared to Harry Potter.I have no more comments.


Old Me vs.New Me.

Ah well the old me loves the new me and the new me loves the old me.Confusing?Well my very smart friend commented on the 'so called changes' I've gone through.And THAT got me thinking when one more friend agreed to it.Changes?Well,let me think.Physically,I am still the same.No doubt about that.Maybe a little pudgier on the cheeks.Maybe I've become too weird.Well,I don't blame them because people MAKE me weird.
I've DEFINITELY become more whinier.I am emotionally unstable now.I get angry fast.I act childish ALL THE TIME.But that's with people I know.Duh.So are those the changes?Umm,I don't think so.

Do you think I've changed?If I have (bloggers who I have no clue about..maybe changes in the way I write) please let me know!

Leave a comment,once you read this.(this is for the lazy ones like Shruti).

Merci.

Distracting.

Conversations from the Accounts exam.=)

A: Hey I know a way to learn this!His Rags Smell Like Kaka!
N: WATER BABA!
T: I need to pee.
S: Omg I just saw Mervin.
S: Duudee I won't get more than 85!
N: I'll marry Akhil.
N: I will teach you Dissolution,Taazzyy!
R: I think I'll get myself a Pakistani boyfriend.

J: I haven't done ANYTHING in Physics.
My mind: Sure.

S: You can have my Parker pen.
F: I am sick of Forfeiture sums!
A: Kya yaar!Kaisa hai?

S: I saw cool boy in the morning.
T: I want to see him too!I see sexybeast everywhere.eww
N: Omg me too.

S: All Hindus are brothers and sisters,Tazy.
A: Um,I forgot to get your Eco book.BUT WHERE IS MY THANK YOU NOTE?
S: My bathroom's gonna be filled with cockroaches!
N: You can't make out Shehjar's voice?!
S: I want to see my hair.People are blocking!
Z: I have been a bad girl.God doesn't like me.
N: We are famous now!Niki looks pretty here.

T: Have you named your paintbrushes?
N: Oh yes.Incy,Wincy,Spider...

G: What's with Shruti?
T: Oh she was crying.
G: Why,what happened?
T: She broke up with her boyfriend.*moment of silence* HAHA GOTCHA!

N: How's accounts.Physics is BAD.
A: How namy times will you ask me about Pranav and the Social Interview!

J: Where's my card?
T: I think you'll make her a card before she gets you one.

T: The cools boys are here again.
S: Haha where's his orange bag?

N: You never replied.
T: Yes I did.
N: You are really stupid!

S: How do I look?
T: Very sleep and sad.
S: I am trying SO hard to stay awake!
My mind: Sure.

S: She's so fake.I don't like her.
T: Shut up.
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Haha you guys are frikken AWESOME.
Identities are not revealed.You know what you said:)

Cradle me to Sleep.

I opened my eyes and I saw you tired and exhausted,but I saw happiness in your eyes.You planted a kiss on my forehead and drowned in weakness.I was taken away from you and I felt lost and lonely.You cradled me to sleep but I was taken away by people with white masks.They pierced needles and covered me with things.I was frustrated and longed to be in your arms,Mama.But I knew something was wrong because I was in pain.You tried to make me smile but in vain.I saw the pain in your eyes but you hid it by just holding me tight.I remember touching you,mama-your soft cheek.But you were in tears.And I wondered why.I was taken away again and I saw you cry.But don't worry Mama.You gave me a year-a year of love,care and everything you could give.You gave me everything and I love you so much.You were in anxiety and pain.Pain.It was everywhere.I didn't want to see you like that,Mama.A year was enough.You gave me a lifetime in that one year.Thank you,Mama.I am up here-safe,without Pain.Content,watching over you.Yes Mama,I am watching over you.

I am Back!

Oh well it's been a month since I wrote here and well I've been busy.Last month was VERY busy.The Holy month of Ramadan and the torturous tests we had prevented me from updating my beloved blog and that's why my Bestie- Shruti a.k.a Toots (I CALL HER THAT)decided to do it for me.I thought of of her to be my guest blogger because she doesn't write much for 'things like this' but surprisingly she didn't refuse.She's a lovely woman(yes,I used the word lovely)and she's pretty awesome.I've always wanted to secretly steal her brains to do Accounts.

School's been hectic lately.We've been SLOGGING-yes we have.Except during business.Ah we just end up sleeping or pass very 'important' news through our awesome notes.I am going to miss this all.Oh yes,I will.

HOT TOPIC-The new music sir and our lives after school:)

HOT SONG-Hallowed be Thy Name(I LOVE IT!)

HOT MOVIE-Wake Up Sid.(HAHA)

HOT BOOK-As of now,I am reading Lighthouse-PD James.Brilliant-till now.

I have Math test*and Integration's filling my head.I can't wait for this weekend.That's the only time I have time for myself.Okay,I have to go now.VERY less time.And too much work.

*log(secx)=tanx?

Let Your Loss Be Your Lesson

Hi! I am Shruti Gupta and I will be writing as Guest Blogger for Tasneem as she is too busy fasting as well as feasting!

The summer of 2009 was the hardest, most challenging yet the most eventful and memorable month of my life. I went for GYLC. I lived on my own for a month and a half, something I thought would be easy to do with absolutely no nagging and lecturing. However, it wasn’t until I was thrown in with 200 other people from around the world did I realize that I had taken people around me for granted all my life. I missed home, I missed seeing a familiar face around, I missed being woken up in the morning to yelling, I hated being lost in the crowd, I hated the fact that the people around me, the people I befriended could probably just be posers and I would never know, I hated tearing up when I heard a familiar voice, I hated counting down days to when I would be on a plane back home and I hated the fact that such things actually have a huge impact on me and get the better of me and all I could do was try to smile bravely, which failed me quite often. However, now that I am back home, I miss the experience, I miss the friends I made, I miss the places I saw and I miss the moments I missed out on. It’s hard being regretful.

When I was there I vowed to myself that I would come back and appreciate the people around me and I would enjoy things rather than mourn about them. I guess old habits die hard because I’m back to cribbing about school, the workload, the incessant nagging at home and the never ending lectures. And the worst part of it all? I know I have less than a year to enjoy all of this because in a year once again I’ll be living with people I don’t know, in a place which is unfamiliar to me, far far away from home. I know I won’t be meeting a lot of my friends again and in spite of that I don’t seem to cherish it all. Is it just being juvenile or am I just not trying hard enough? Whatever it is, it’s hard to shake off the horrid feeling of not being thankful for what I have.

My loss was my lesson which I seemed to have learnt nothing from.