The Beginner’s Guide To Understanding Fangirls.(1)

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Lets talk about fangirls(and fanboys)today.

We all know them. That one friend of ours who doesn’t believe in the concept of ‘liking’ things and is a perpetual ‘obsesser’. They speak a queer tongue, go from happy to sad in a nanosecond, let out screams and shrieks without warning, spend unhealthy amounts of time on the internet and completely befuddle the rest of us, the ‘normal’ human beings.I, as a representative of the aforementioned ‘species’ am happy to introduce this series aimed at understanding your friendly(They are, if you do it right)neighbourhood fangirl.

Fangirl,noun

[fan-gurl]

A rabid breed of human female who is obsessed with either a fictional character, book series, movie, band, singer or an actor or even, food. They are similar to the breed of fanboys. Fangirls congregate on the internet, in concerts, at conventions and at book stores.

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How to identify a fangirl?

Now that you know what a fangirl is, it’s time to apply that knowledge. The following are a few indicative factors to identify a fangirl :-

  1. Speaking in incomplete sentences(I can’t even) and using absurd words.(Ship.)
  2. Shrieking, screaming or crying incessantly, without warning and for no huge reason.
  3. Heavy and unhealthy usage of the internet.
  4. Them being too ‘busy ‘to go out while they are home doing seemingly nothing.
  5. Being slightly(varying amounts of slightly, that is) excited about most things.
  6. Staying up late at night to finish books.
  7. Their rooms being a shrine to their object of affection.(It’s a whole new world there.)
  8. Them being very attached to said shrines.
  9. Them owning clothing and accessories to do with their affections and obsessions.
Now that you know that the girl you thought was weird is a fangirl, your question obviously is, how do I understand her, get to know her and be social with her?
This is exactly what I aim to help you achieve through this series. Upcoming will be sections on understanding their language, how to deal with their erratic emotions and more.
Stay tuned and embrace your inner fangirl ( or fanboy)!

For the next post in the series click here.

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The Best First Time Parasailing!

Let’s talk about the first time I went parasailing.

I think everyone has dreamt of flying ; floating high up in the skies with the birds and up above the clouds.(Except maybe if you have a fear of heights) And we, human beings, happen to be such gifted and delightful creatures that we made aeroplanes and helicopters to achieve the same. We refuse to be satisfied by just sitting inside a machine and experiencing it, we keep trying to make it better and more real and thus we developed adventure sports like parasailing and paragliding. This is the one admirable quality about us, we want to make everything possible, the indomitable human spirit, just refuses to believe that impossible is a word.

We recently went to a quaint little coastal village in Maharashtra,India by the name of Shrivardhan .It was a beautiful,peaceful place right out of your imagination.The beaches there were so picturesque,so clean,so empty, so delightfully perfect the thalassophile in me was on cloud 9. Here, I had the wonderful opportunity to experience parasailing at the beach for the first time in my life.This was putting everything I love together; the beach,the ocean,the skies and the adventure, making it quite memorable.

It was an out of the world experience, so blissfully exhilarating! I could see the ocean extending indefinitely and kissing the skies at the horizon on one end and the coconut tree forest and the little village amidst the hills on one.I felt on top of the world(Literally!) and was humbled by the power and beauty of Mother nature,yet again.I’ve said this before about a sunrise I saw but this sentence of mine is the only way to express what I felt,yet again.”It made me feel so meaningless,so small,so powerless,I’d say it left a humbler person in its wake.”I felt that little mixture of emotions yet again,the one I’d felt at that point as I floated higher and higher, a mute observer to the glory of nature.

All pictures are clicked by me , are unedited and are of different beaches around the village.

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Flying. As close as it gets.
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Almost invisible in the vastness of the sky.
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We saw this beautiful scenic view of the Arabian Sea while traveling.
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Roads with hills on one side and the sea on another,so heavenly.
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I was trying to capture this little flock of birds that flew past the sun but couldn’t. They’re to the left of the sun if you look carefully.
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“The clouds lit up to bid farewell to the passing sun. For at that instant, they, the scattered ones, were one.”

 

 

 

 

 

Spirit Animal Award.

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Lets talk about the Spirit Animal Award today.

Thank you, Irena S. for nominating me for the Spirit Animal Award. I am so very thankful and I really appreciate it, how nice of you to choose me!(Here is the original post.)

Here are the rules:

1.) Thank the blogger who nominated you, and link back to their page.

2.) Post the award picture on your blog.

3.) Write a short paragraph about yourself and what your blog means to you.

4.) If you could be any animal, what would it be?

5.) Pick and notify ten nominees.

ABOUT ME AND MY BLOG

It’s funny how I can talk about a million things and yet I had to sit and think about what to write about myself, the one thing I should be the most qualified to write about. For learning about me, you can go check my About page. As far as my blog is concerned, I started my blog on 7th February 2016,which is about 15 days ago. I am so thankful for the kind of response I got and the love and support this community offered me. It makes me feel on the top of the world when I think that as of now,109 of you chose to listen to the ramblings, thoughts and opinions of a teenage girl who’s on the verge of stepping into the world and discovering her foothold here. This fact makes me feel so thankful and blessed! Thank you, you amazingly wonderful people!

MY SPIRIT ANIMAL

I thought over this forever. I knew that it had to be some ocean-associated animal and decided to consult my friends about it. The unanimous answer was, to my surprise, a penguin. Then, I mulled it over and realised, they are right to a major extent. I like to sing and dance (like the penguins in Happy Feet!) and am chill(Pun intended.)just like them. They also dive deep into oceans, like I delve deep into my thoughts ( How very poetic.)and seem imaginative and dreamy, just like me. Penguins are also considered to be very emotional and intuitive, like I am. Also, on a-not-so-serious note, I realise that I just happen to own a lot of monochrome clothing.

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THE NOMINATIONS

These lovely bloggers!

1.) Karuna

2.)Demetrius

3.)Ethanol Spirit

4.)Emma

5.)Nishita13

6.)Send Sunshine

7.)Mary O’ Green

8.) Amitav Chowdhary

9.)Vinny Lanni

10.)Sass And Sauce

 

 

 

Are Classics ‘Classic’?

Lets talk about classic literature today.

I’m an avid reader. I love reading and as far as I can remember, have always loved it. For someone with the kind of overactive imagination that I have, reading is like therapy. I don’t have a particular genre I read either, I read everything as long as it manages to capture my attention. So, that being said, I’ve read among other things, several classics. Sometimes for school, sometimes on my own, several books that feature on almost every “Top 100 Classics” list.

After reading this assortment of books from completely different genres that share only one thing that is there ‘classicness’ ,I had one question. What exactly does the term ‘classic’ mean in literature? Does it include just every other good, well-written book, that people liked and enjoyed at that point in time? Or is it actually books that are ever-appealing, ever-hilarious and ever-intriguing? The kind that are always relevant and change you to your very core?

This is where it gets nasty.(Meaning I might just say I don’t like your favourite book) This might just be my age, my sense of humour or the point at which I read these. But these are my opinions and how I felt after reading these. Sorry in advance.

First off, Three men In a Boat by Jerome K Jerome. I felt it was very dragged and slow and there wasn’t much happening . This book is often called one of the funniest books ever written and yes, I agree some bits were amusing but most of the time the comedy just felt slapstick and not that funny. We were asked to read this for school and that might be why I didn’t like it but I struggled to finish it and that’s why its right here(For the sake of one of my friends who simply loves the book.). The issue, I simply deduced was that the jokes, called timeless on the cover itself ironically, were anything but. They felt like they’d lost their appeal to the ravages of time. So, how was this a classic?

Secondly, Catcher In the Rye by J.D Salinger. Hailed and heralded to be ‘ the coming of age story’ every teenager should absolutely read, I was highly disappointed. This was one where the lack of time-less-ness really struck, I could see that it must have been great at the time it was written as I read it, but I just did not relate at absolutely any level. I read it ,but I didn’t enjoy it so much. The question again being, how was this a classic?

Next, My Family and The Other Animals by Gerald Durrell. This book was said to be very hilarious and very timeless but it ended up boring me and being reduced to nothing but a animal fact book. Again, I read this for school so maybe that was why I didn’t like it so much.The question, for the third time being, how was this a classic?

I had began believing that a book being ‘classic’ was just a fad and in all honesty, the best the book could be was a one-time read. But then, I read one real jewel. The one book I call ‘classic’ proudly and maybe there’s more like it that I simply haven’t read. This did what I thought and expected a classic to do, it stirred my very soul. This one being, To Kill A Mockingbird, By Harper Lee. This book was funny, sad, emotional, relatable and respected, all at the same time. It was timeless, truly, it talked about a time and place I had never been in and I could still relate, still laugh, still experience and still be affected. This is one of absolute favourite books and I like it the all the more because it broke my rather concreted belief that classics are anything but classic.

So, to answer the topic, Are Classics ‘Classic’? I’d say it depends on you, the kind of person you are, your age, your mental frame and your beliefs. For all of us, something will be classic, while for others, it won’t.

 

 

Valentine’s Day.

Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day  today.(And  a little piece I wrote ages ago that goes with the general mood.)

Valentine’s Day, the 14th of February. Why is there such a hype about it? And why this specific date, I mean, who on this planet had the right and authority to decide that this particular day had to be celebrated as a day of love? Why can’t we just not buy into this commercial gimmick and live all days with love instead of going all extravagantly lovey-dovey one day?

I’ve got the answer. Its simple, short and truthful. We all want to be loved and feel love.If you want to hear it put another way ask Siri what 0 divided by 0 is.   Do it even if you don’t, Happy Valentine’s Day from me.

As someone who’s mother’s birthday and parents’ anniversary is on the same day as Valentine’s Day I do have to make a huge affair about it. Yes, this incredibly unbelievable  thing is true. My father always jokes how every shop turns pink and full of hearts and love related things to remind him that mom’s birthday is coming up. I thank the commercialisation, making it easier for me to find things pink and fluffy, just as my mother likes it. But, doesn’t mean I approve. Because I’m a human being and its our duty and responsibility to complain about every thing we have.(Sarcasm is a wonderful thing, mates.)

Enough being human. I wrote a little piece, an eulogy actually, after reading copious amounts of YA novels and watching a lot of tragic romances. I’ve put it here as I feel that it gets this love thing alright .Its the only thing I’ve written that makes me get all feelsy. Here it goes.

The Broken Rollercoaster

The first hello. The last goodbye. Isn’t that what I’m here to talk about? How it was? How it is, now? But I won’t. Its unfair to him. He’ll want me to say what I truly want to say. He never wanted me to sound like someone else. So truth is, thinking about him is like listening to a lullaby. A soft, soft one. That day when we bumped into each other, face first, mind you, on the day I actually bothered to look good. In one fast motion, he caught me. Saving me. In all the ways person could ever be saved. We had our perfect friendship. We had one hell of a love story . We were on a smooth, smooth  road on rollercoaster pace.

But sometimes, roller-coasters are too fast. They fail, they break and the road isn’t all that smooth anymore. In one fast motion, I failed to catch him. He was lost, in all the ways a person ever could be.

Today, my love, as I write these words, the only thing I would like to say if you are in some form,still here is:

You were my only sunshine. The only thing that could calm me down and make my heart race at the same time. And now, you’ve become my lullaby. Giving me peace. Giving me hope. I love you. Present tense.

 

 

 

 

 

The Best Sunrise.

Let’s talk about the best sunrise I’ve ever seen today.

I believe that almost everyone talks about sunsets. Everyone has seen loads of really beautiful sunsets in their lives. I have, too. But sunrises, at least for me, are special. They require actual effort and dedication. Getting up in the early morning and prepping just to see the rising sun peek above the horizon signalling the start of the day, making creatures all big and small begin their day, witnessing something that powerful makes me feel honoured.

In my 16 years of existence, I’ve seen 7 sunrises total.4 because I woke up too early at home,1 in a early morning flight, one in a desert as a child and one in the Himalayas. Of these, one is my absolute favourite and that’s the one I’m gonna talk about today.

The sunrise I saw in Tiger hill in Darjeeling, India, nestled in the lap of the Himalayas, in front of the third highest peak in the world, the Kanchenjunga was quite possibly the best sunrise I’ll ever see. I went to Darjeeling with my family and we woke at 4 to witness nature’s glory.

All pictures are unedited and clicked by me. Even though they are undoubtedly, heavenly they don’t even closely capture the beauty of the scene. It was, for the lack of a better word, magical.  Looking at it, I felt an emotion that I simply cannot transcend in words. It was an amalgamation of all the emotions, of all hopes, of all dreams that mankind has ever had. It made me feel so meaningless, so small, so powerless, I’d say it left a humbler person in its wake.

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All you could see was hilltops above the clouds.
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In the distance, Mt.Kanchenjunga in all its glory.

 

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The horizon tinting orange, then yellow to welcome the sun.
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Gift of the gods.
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The clouds looked as though they were threatening to spill over, one little push and they’d all fall out.
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Mt.Kanchenjunga,the third highest peak in the world.
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Slowly, the sun rose, multiplying the beauty of the scene manifold.
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The rising sun too bright in its eyes.
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Finally, the moment was over, the sun had risen, like it did everyday, but I,I wasn’t the one I was yesterday.

 

Adventure Junkie or Just Plain Clumsy?

Let’s talk about my injury-prone-ness today.

Since, I’ve been a kid, even before I could walk, I’ve always somehow by a absurd and totally improbable turn of events managed to injure myself. Really. I’m the sort of person for whom the Hogwarts’ trick stair would be a nightmare because I barely manage normal ones.

The question here is obviously, why?

What you should know about me is that I’m a person who lives off adrenaline. I love adventure sports and doing anything that would leave me with adrenaline coursing through my veins. So, mostly I blame or rather I try to blame my adventure seeking tendencies for injuries. Like, the time I fell off a school bench only because I was trying to jump off it in a fantastically cool way, not me, just my adventure seeking and whimsical(Aha!) brain.

But, there’s an issue there too. For instance, while I was in the kitchen yesterday trying to look for something to eat and opened a cabinet, a whole box full of flour fell on my head. Yep, that scene right out a cartoon happened. Luckily for me, the box didn’t open. And this isn’t the first time something of this sort has happened, me and my kitchen just generally don’t go well together because something always ends up happening. I try to but I can hardly blame my adventure seeking-ness here, can I? After all, what is so adventurous about raining boxes?

So, are my stars just so terribly crossed and I should go blame everyone’s favourite scapegoat, luck? Say that, I’m just not lucky and it’s a pity. But, I refuse to conform to the common belief because I’m a teenager and its my job or rather my duty to rebel, to not do the usual, to be different.So, I choose to generously call myself clumsy. Tripping everywhere, hitting my head a million times a day, knocking into others, yep, me again.

But, if I had to conclude, why do I injure myself so much, what would I say?

I can’t say just either because that would be incomplete and as they say, partial knowledge is worse than none.(Or maybe I just felt like using a quote.)On a serious note though, I wouldn’t feel right withholding this very valuable and precious piece of knowledge that everyone simply has to have.(Does anyone else smell sarcasm or is it just me?)

Now, after having put pen to paper(or fingers to a keyboard, if you will) and sorting it out as much as I could, the simple consensus I’ve drawn is this. My adventure-prone-ness and my clumsiness are so awfully and intrinsically tied up inside me it’s difficult for one to exist and be known without the other. I happen to be a totally absurd and uncommon amalgamation of a great consuming sense of adventure and a knocking me down(literally) kind of clumsiness.

That’s it. That’s the big solution to the first world problems I face. I’m just simply a person who is very adventurous and also keeps on knocking into things and tripping all over.