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Of Birthdays and Irony.

Lets talk about my birthday today.

I love birthdays. I like the fact that one day of the year is about just one person and appreciating them and their existence. I always try to make an extra effort for friends and family and even acquaintances who have birthdays just because its their day. I wish people about 10,000 times in the day, write them little notes and try and arrange a little gift for them. It makes me happy to make someone happy as like they say, happiness goes around and comes back multiplied manifold.

It is rather ironic then that my own birthday, the 10th of March every year that is, happens to be accursed with the curious curse of being during my exams every year, meaning, while I make a huge affair about other people’s birthdays they can’t return the favour so much, at least on the actual day. For the last 5 years I’ve had exams, major subjects, minor subjects always on or after my birthday. For the last 2,they’ve started exactly on my birthday. And this year, it only gets sadder for me(And funnier for you, on the outside.) as my exams start on the exact next day after my birthday and its a major subject. I don’t think I have actually had my birthday party on my birthday except my 13th birthday and that too was a small one celebrating my foray into teenage. My birthday celebrations are usually kept after the exams and therefore, are 10 days and even 20 days after my birthday.

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My parents, my family, makes a huge huge effort to make my day better (like the canopy of balloons last year in the picture) and loads of delicious food to cater to my food loving tendencies but you can only do so much. My friends have forgotten to (more than once) wish me Happy Birthday for an instant the morning of my birthday because they’re stressed and completely worried about the Math exam, like me. I stay up the night before the exam not in anticipation but up studying.

So, what I try to do is I try to be happy enough to feel glad myself, without celebration. Feel happy about existing and breathing and being healthy and living and blessed with so much in life. It makes up for the lack or rather the damping of the birthday spirit my exams so successfully accomplish.

So, here I am, turning 17 in 2 days, approximately.(Finally old enough to do magic in the wizarding world, yes!)As you might have gathered, I appreciate birthday wishes and love more than most people because of the unfortunate case with my birthdays. If you want to brighten up my day, just a little, on my birthday or talk to me in general whenever you want, you can wish me on my email which is written underneath. It would mean the world to me.

Email : musingsofawhimsicalsoul@gmail.com

 

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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

 

 

 

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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 an 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.