vindictive

Past

2010-09-23T00:40:00.000-07:00

I didnt know i was capable of hating some one so much till the time i came to this college. I have seem various kinds of people here. Loreto was somewhere difficult to deal with but it didnt tear my heart to pieces.

Commits has taught to be a secluded soul. I wonder if i is good or bad, i am with people i think are honest and good at heart, clenches, yes!

The more you try to make things better between you and the person you were friends with at one point in time, the difficult it becomes to deal with it. I realized i shouldn't try anymore, these days if pass by unplanned will be the biggest mistake of my life. I tried learning to live in psesent which i should not forget anymore...

Past is past i shouldnt try to hold on to it today...

So miss smart ass, i am done with you.

I wont talk about u i wont look at you. I wont ever think about you!!

The fallen Queen

2009-04-15T17:19:00.000-07:00

The need to live never fails me,

the desire to survive runs through my veins,

the savagery will ignite the demon in me ,

the love will soften the oceans ,

I can kill you and never look back,

and, I can make you live, like you'd never known life.

let mercy come and wash away all that i've done.

2009-04-06T17:14:00.000-07:00

Insomnia is a disease which kills your happiness like slow poison. First, it enters your body. Your mind might want to rest but the body puts up with a heroic battle. Yawns, don't deceive you and eyelids don't bat!

Next , it attacks your brain. It makes you think , wonder and acts like marijuana. The moment your eyelids droop, a fresh thought conquers yours philosophy. Either you are reminded of the long forgotten friend who hasn't written to you in a long time or the friend you last smsed .

The ultimate symptom is the final blow on your body and mind at the same time.Networking sites are a partner in crime. They make you log in,post in random communities , visit profiles.In short, make you do everything, that might not add to your intelligence quotient.

The time limit extends from midnight to five in the morning. Finally, you plan to see a doctor.

p.s. it's written at six in the morning, preceding two sleepless nights. So, aggression can rest and i know the heading somehow does not match with the content. Take a deeper look, oh sweet one.

LAME CREATIVE WRITING ATTEMPT IN THE CLASS :|

2009-02-11T12:32:00.000-08:00

When I'm caught in the rain,
I'll let it wash away all my pain,
Cause worries are for vain,
So let the shower bless you, and start your life all over again.

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When I grow wings,
i'l chase beautiful kings
and have numerous flings,
when the relationship becomes difficult ,
I'll fly away and leave behind memories that sting

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When I'm a caterpillar,
I'll sit day long beside my lady killer,
Her fragrance will fill me with love,
And I'll pray to the world above,
To make her mine and make my LIFE thriller

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When I'm a butterfly,
All the far off places for me would be nigh,
I'll flash my lovely colours in the sky,
And spread happiness amongst people who cry.

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Creative writing classes make you tear pages,
While your creativity grows in stages,
Walk the distance and let your imagination flow,
Recognize the POET in you and let it grow,
Cause imagination is valued since ages.

When I grow wings,

2009-02-11T12:31:00.000-08:00

When I grow wings,

i'l chase beautiful kings

and have numerous flings,

when the relationship becomes difficult ,

I'll fly away and leave behind memories that sting

Limerick

2009-01-22T04:18:00.000-08:00

When the meets go sour,
the relationships go bitter every hour,

to make amends depends upon you,
and stick to her like a glue,

and In the end,make miracle happen with a flower. |:

2008-09-01T04:30:00.000-07:00

Stupid Me.

2008-09-01T03:19:00.000-07:00

A word of advice to my fellow readers.If ever you get in a discussion with a ma'amknowitall-oopsihavedroppedmypants, please pickup ur shoes and run in the opposite direction .

Politics is indeed a controversial topic,and if ever you get in to a discussion with the afore mentioned category you would reach a painful conclusion that , for them discussion is all about closing your mind and quailing at the top of your voice .Yes, i am in an all girls college and we do have a never ending supply of this painintheass category !

This woman at our college is an epitome of skepticism.Apparently ,literature is her forte and anyone who fairs better than her is sleeping with one of the professors.

yes, i was indeed stupid to get in to an argument with her on the present topic of incessant strikes in Bengal. Ma'am model of integrity who ...*ahem* lets not get into that, is of the opinion that one of the political didis who keeps calling for regular strikes, is the integral upholder of law and order in our city

Sigh, i didnt say a word after that .

P.s. i know the picture in this post isnt really relevant.but whatever.

History lesson @ 11:45 am ||14th of November (Children’s day)||

2008-08-28T08:01:00.000-07:00

a very enthusiastic teacher, bringing back French revolution to life surrounded by an equally lazy bunch of students.
her animated actions leave a spark once in a while doing away with our laziness but the eternal slumber gets the better of our concentration again.
"thud" echoes the lingering din. A pair of 37 eyes aim at me like poisonous arrows and my bottle crashes on the ground and all i say is "sorry" and there goes the declaration "noisy child" :-)

Cruel Dictator

2008-08-27T04:24:00.000-07:00

Well i have this heinous habit of misusing my power and making people suck up to me.Well i dont see why they shouldn't be scared of me? I mean ,if that is the only way of making people make use of the iota of butt cheek brain they have ,then so be it.

I am a sort of a dictator, if i don't have my work done in the best way possible i will send u to the guillotine , well in the present case scenario at college - you would end up broken in spirit and abused. Well not that i don't appreciate good work and excellence.I'd compliment at the earliest but like i said,i will kick u where it hurts the most *ahem* at the first kick-able moment. Well you can classify me in the pompous prejudiced boss category but then if my way or the highway.

Not that i dont give the culprit an opportunity to undo the catastrophic blunder he's gotten himself in to,but then its like filing a suit in the apex court.Proved guilty then - hastalavista baby! Your name will be clearly etched in the history of the bygone blunder Beelzebub (Yes baby alliteration :D)

Anyway,I am a subtle and a scheming -- the worst of its kind.I will very strategically peal off happiness off ur being and then i'll attack you cant help but-- surrender.

Now,the real story begins.From this moment on ,i'll narrate a real story.

Of what u have read about me till now,u can deduce that i am someone you wouldn't want to work with. But then every one is not as lucky as you to just read it ,as a hypothetical situation.

This is a story of three 'women of integrity' or something like that,duh.

On a fateful day of eventful September , Investitures day brought to notice three woman who were made to swear by their minuscule conscience that they would uphold the forever powerful and undying charm of unadulterated Speech. Mind u readers, This Debating Society had been safeguarded by the ghosts of eminent orators ,whose speeches still haunt the corridors of This regal convent.( Yes i made that up,but whatever.)

The mortal flaw of upholding the spirit of Debating struck two out of the three ,sadly the worst struck was the president Of the Debating society. The second affected in the hierarchy was the Treasurer ,poor soul was going from bad to worse.The Virus of perfection took over the President and she brought about unthinkable miseries on The Vice-president.Sadly,she was left alone.Her Impeccable urge of and non-action was killed by this perfection-seeking-monster.She Made her work and poor Vice president dint get a moment of relief ,all she could do is bunked college and sleep eat and laze .While the tyrannous perfectionist got her work done.

Well I guess by now u people would have dosed off to sleep and god save you if u didnt get the irony in my writing.:|

The entire purpose of writing this blog is to make you understand that perfection is not a negative trait of Character . If someone wants his/her work to be executed in the best way possible that doesn't make her insane ,it just makes you very unreasonable.

I want everything to be executed in a professional manner.No i wouldn't allow old,moth chipped and stampede stricken letter heads and nether would i allow some famine stricken attention seeking junior to talk to me in a wannabemypal lingo.

YES.I.am.weird.But that is how i am and i wouldn't change for some jackass whose butt cheeks(don't think twice,i am obsessed with that word) stand a better argument then his minuscule brain.

Anti-climax?So be it.