A rant on hypocrisy

So, the other day I was watching this movie where this unique and rare species is scared of humans and stay away from them, and then their little child come along and is oh so wowed by humans and has to go explore and be a 'part of their world' and this child's entire family is like "Son naw, you don't want to" But the adamant little brat doesn't listen and ends up in a mess and somehow the mess is sorted, and the kid ends up being right...? WHOA!! I did not see that coming! Anyway, if you haven't guessed it yet, the movie is 'Ratatouille.' 

And while watching, I realized this is such a common trope, majorly all our kid movies are based on this! Be it Ariel's life or Nemo going to touch the boat.  It really surprises me that as kids we are made to watch movies about being the rebellious offspring and then when we behave in that sort of manner, adults blame the generation and the new and improved technology, yeah. Convenient. Real convenient.

Okay, I understand that these movies are for teaching us that 'new' is good. But really though? We live in a generation full of hypocrites, this world that makes movies promoting change and the adults with their message of 'damn these kids with their new generation ideas, back in my day...' 

I really hate it when people so proudly claim that something is bad and somehow manage to completely overlook the fact that they do that thing all the time! For example,  

Person A: I hate it when people honk for no reason during a 
                 traffic problem, like it solves anything.

Person A *Blowing the car horn as if it were the snooze button on an alarm clock that won't shut up on a Monday morning during a traffic jam* ; You see what I mean? Sometimes you have to blare                           that horn to tell them to clear the road, who cares                               that a truck is turned over?


And it is just so horrible! Sometimes people have to understand that branding the trendy stuff is not necessary. That things are popular for a reason, No one likes things that are useless. There are people who are ready to appreciate the newness of certain thing and it is not that hard to become adaptive, I mean if Simba can live on worms and 'Hakuna Matata' his way to happiness then so can humans. 
Another thing about hypocrites is that they make it a point that their completely unsolicited opinion is voiced, however unnecessary it may be.  It almost makes me wish I carried duct tape around rather than my glasses. 

And you know, in conclusion what I would like to say is 'Lego House'  by Ed Sheeran is one beautiful song.

Ba-bye until next time I get really upset about something.~ A

How to avoid conversations

Yes I know, you are supposed to listen to people.

Hello! So, it's been a while since I wrote my last post and if you remember I told you that I will be writing about fidget spinners, lucky for you, this post is not about them (I'm still gathering matter though) Is it not annoying when people just won't shut up about their nonsense..? "Do this" and "Do that" like sometimes their advice doesn't even make sense. It really just annoys me that people can come up with so many daft ideas! I have the habit of avoiding such conversations by doing this.

Obviously you cannot follow my path, believe me you will lose a lot of friends if you do that, so here are a few ways to avoid all the conversations that you want to avoid.

1. Don't let the one who cannot give you any advice. Just don't let them talk. And no please don't cut their tongues out, although that might be nice, but don't, just don't do it. Don't let them talk by talking continuously. That they don't get an opportunity to talk. However there is a risk of them interjecting or you running out of things you can talk about.
   
2. Now, if for some reason shutting them up does not help try music. Yup! Get your headphones and just listen to music. They may be talking but you don't have to listen. Nu-uh! You have music! And once they are dun speaking you can pull out your headphones and ask them to repeat. They won't repeat it all over again, they will be too frustrated.
   
3. Have a strong opinion. Keep a very strong opinion and refuse to listening to anything else. Once people understand your ideals they won't really want to object or they might not want to talk to you. But hey! Look at the bright side of life! They won't object.
   
4. In case 1,2,3 don't work or turn out to be.. well.. I don't know... hazardous to your social life, fear not! I have this last mind blowing point! So try having a proper discussion, state your opinion and let the other person state theirs, and before you know it, you might be having a really well functioning conversation, or maybe an argument. But hey! Look at the bright side of life! Conversation. you will end up with a conversation.
   

That's all folks. I know its short in length but then I was too lazy to think up more points. And I may not be able to post next week. Got exams again. So that's that. And regarding the drawings, I was watching Barbie earlier, which explains the blonde hair. So yeah, bye!

musical phases probably all of us have had

A day late, I know.. Well, let me start by justifying and saying, that I have been updating even during my examinations. And I was being productive that is why I forgot, and also, I have my Biology exam next and I am still writing for all of you today.

And yet, you are as grateful as this animal. But, since I am so nice, I forgive you.

Anyways, today I thought of reviewing the musical journey of probably all or at least most of us, I am writing about the evolution of music for us all.

The kid phase:

This is when we listen to Humpty Dumpty and all the different Nursery rhymes. The rhymes that instill fear of 'Wee Willie Winkie' and that never explain to us how exactly did Jack and Jill fall from a hill. The rhymes that talks about throwing little cats into wells.

The Swiftie obsession:

This was when I was seven. I was introduced to this song called 'Love story'. 
Disaster. 
Because suddenly I was in love with the idea of a prince charming and balls and gowns. I wanted to be a princess. 
Lesson number one: never let your daughter believe she is a princess because as she grows, reality slaps her and she gets to know about the fact that boys are not princes but smelly swine.


The boy band phase:

This ruins you. It may seem cool at first but as you get some sense in that big brain of yours, you start to see a clearer image of how you have been ruining your social status since such a long time. IT ACTUALLY IS THE WRONG DIRECTION.

The rebel phase:

This is the "cool" phase. The 'I don't wanna fit in' phase. The phase where music is not beats or instruments but screaming words and random words for lyrics. You can make your own rock song all you need to do is sing, for example
" The sheep was dead,
My shirt was red
red was my blood
red was sheep blood
Sheep, oh sheep why'd you die?
Don't you know, that made me cry?"
Sing this while screaming and doused in sweat with shaggy hair and bleeding mascara. Congratulations! You are now a rockstar! 

The music with beats phase:

I guess this image sums up the 'hip hop' culture. All the songs are practically the same. A guy in a vest, some breezy shorts, sitting by the swimming pool or beach or a room made of some shiny material (looks like tin foil to me.) And all they sing about is themselves and how they have used so many people and reached to the top of their "bizz" and "they juz' all dem cray cray 'bout dat money"  It is so overrated. Fine, the beats are nice, but at one point you realize that they are all the same! These songs ruin a person. Completely ruin a person. [Dangerous phase]

Back to basics phase:

After all this musical mayhem that you have survived you finally go to listening soothing, plain songs (old people songs). And instead of music being your social identity it is now a way to spend your free time, because by the time you reach this phase you are boring and an adult.

The no-music zone:

 (I could not find anything so, here is a cat on a unicorn)

This is the last phase, you are pretty old by now and don't have time for music because you are too busy  collecting your dentures and looking for the specs you keep misplacing.

Breakups! (Valentine's day special.)

Once upon a time there lived a fair maiden, fairer than the word fair itself. The perfect ingénue who fell in love with a charming prince. Little did she know that the prince was a wicked man, a beast, a man who was a disgrace to the male population. The girl was, however, irrevocably in love with him. One not so fine day, he broke her heart, it shattered into a thousand pieces. Her friends were all worried on how to take care of her, and then, a miracle happened. They read this very scroll that you are about to read;

Yes, I am back, yet again with another piece of advice! As we all know, Valentine's day was yesterday. A day of love, cheer, affection, passion and compassion (yeah right..). To be honest, it is just an excuse to eat expensive food and make an ordinary Tuesday happy by making it feel special. I was going to post a love story, since it has been really long since I did, but I couldn't fathom anything without either putting in a lot of pain or magic. So, I decided to talk about breakups..I know, I should have waited. Sorry in advance for killing the Romantic vibe. 

As you all know, breakups are pretty common, especially among those little brats who don't listen to your parents, and go in relationships. From my previous articles it is crystal clear that I detest this ideology. But, of course, even though I am against it, I shall make it clear that I am a normal girl and I do crush on people, and have never been in a relationship, please follow my example. I guess three paragraphs is a pretty long introduction, so without wasting more time I shall begin!

 First, one must know that the victim must be handled with a lot of care, the victim is very sensitive and emotionally unbalanced. So, to stabilize the emotional status, you, as responsible friends must dispose of all the belongings of the one called the dreaded Ex. The belongings and mementos may include some gifts, accessories or even a stinky sock perhaps.

Second, I like to call this step, 'clearing the junk and making room.' Let me elaborate. This step is devised in two phases.

Phase 1: De-clutter 

This includes deleting pictures, number and also the songs that remind the victim of the terrifying Ex. 

Phase 2: Re-clutter

This includes filling the victim with junk like a tub of ice cream or new shoes, regardless that the victim may have hundred other pairs, you need to love the victim and make it feel special.

Third, I have no name for this step but what it consists of is being a patient listener. This is the most difficult of all, you have to deal with the sobbing, wailing, screaming and emotional parkour (mood swings.) Let me warn you, that your t shirt may be used a tissue.

Fourth, burn down the pictures, one by one, and instead of de-cluttering you can burn or flush down the belongings. Make sure the victim is with you when you are doing all of this.

Fifth, make the victim listen to BMTH (bring me the horizon) and Nirvana, because believe me, a bunch of screaming kids, drums and electric guitar make AMAZING music. 

DO NOT! I repeat DO NOT, let the victim listen to Taylor Swift.

Sixth, this is the most exciting step, if you have followed the above steps correctly, then your victim is boiling with rage, and now its time for revenge. It is one of those proud moments watching the victim screaming curses over the phone to the Ex, you created that monster, you should be super happy.

Lastly, not a step but certain ideas for revenge

• You can shave off their eyebrows while they are asleep.
• You can be a pretty good vandal.
• Putting glitter in the A/C vent of the car, always works and is super fun.
• Prank calling the parents.
• Praying they step on a lego.
• Scribble in the notebooks.

I know all of this sounds really petty, but believe me, it is super FUN! And here I leave you, empowered with new knowledge and weaponry, happy moving on! ;)

types of gasps

Since there are a lot of different kinds of gasps and the art of gasping is underrated I thought of making a list of all the gasps that I have come across so far.

1: The clever gasp

When the friend who usually does not understand clever jokes or puns actually gets the one you don't. And well this is usually a rare sight, so whenever this happens be sure you have it written in your diary.

2: The-she-is-so-mean gasp

When the person you hate walks to you and says something so mean that only reaction that you can give them is a gasp.

3: When -you -say -something-mean gasp

When you have the best comeback ever, so you begin your dramatic dialogue with a gasp.

4: The dress gasp

When you see a really pretty dress. Or a really bad dress.
Either way it makes you gasp this gasp.

5: The-scary-scene gasp

This is when you see something gruesome or totally horrifying, you gasp.

6: The pretty girl gasp

When someone who looks 100 times better than you, passes you.

7: The gasping for breath gasp

Common when drowning or choking. Also if you have a blocked nose.

8:The crush gasp

When your crush passes you.

9: The horrified gasp

When someone says something really offending or unexpected.

10: The calm before the storm.

This is when you are on the verge of crying, but gasp to hold your tears in for a few more moments.

11: The total fangirl gasp

Self explanatory

12:  The post fart gasp

After farting a really nice and loud fart in public, you gasp and pretend that you are utterly ashamed of your unicorn's unworthy behaviour!

13: The technology gasp

When you realize that you are getting old and five year olds know more technology than you.

Those are all that I could come up at the moment, if I have missed any feel free to tell me in the comments section.

Chewing gum stuck to my hair

You never know when disaster can strike. But when it does one should be prepared, even though I have no idea how one can prepare for chewing gum getting stuck in your hair,  God forbid it happens to any girl.

Anyway yesterday was the official bad hair day. I was well chewing gum which again I have no clue why. So well I had to spit it out and my hair well are extra poofy and I have no clue how, while I was spitting the gum did it manage to get stuck in my hair.

But however, the gum still found a way to get stuck in my hair, The first thing that came to my mind was to wash it off by water to probably manage to dilute it. It did not work.
I then tried using shampoo, but to no avail. Then a failed attempt at trying to use hair conditioner. I tried combing it out but no, again to no avail. Irritated and anxious, I tried using hand wash. Nothing happened. My mom by this time got worried (I hadn't told her that there was chewing gum in my hair). She pounded on the bathroom door and I lied that I was taking a bath. She believed it. I tried the soap as well. Finally after all this, I gave up and told my mom. She laughed! The disappointment in my face must have been clear because she stopped. She said she will help me later and made me eat lunch first. I stuffed as much as I could and rushed to the bathroom to attend to my tresses, my precious tresses. My dad called at the time and told me that nail polish remover also helps. It didn't help. Finally when I could do nothing else I gave up and chopped the locks off, with tears in my eyes I threw them in the garbage can. I knew I shouldn't cry over it and it was my fault, because if I hadn't eaten the thing in the first place it would have not happened. I tried hiding my sorrow in music and well I succeeded and that is all I wish to say about that incident.

Thoughts I have when I am going to a new grade.

It was clear that I no longer would be able to see my friends from my previous class, anymore. Sure, we promised each other that we will still be friends but, a part of me knew that these kinds of promises don't last long. 

The report card day is the most terrifying day for any student as everyone is scared of what result they might get. But sometimes when the grades are perfect what terrifies is the fact that they will go to a new class. With new people, new faces and a new everything.

I was terrified not because of my grades, but because of the new class that I was assigned. I wouldn't have been this terrified if this were my previous school because I wasn't new there. I was in that school for seven years and knew nearly everyone. I was anxious. I am not like the other girls in my class, they seem to have no problem in socialising, its just my problem. I find it impossible to socialise. I have a friend from my previous class in my new class as well but I know she will know most of the people in our new class and I'll be sitting alone  in some lonely dark corner where no one would be interested in talking to me. Apart from the fear of socialising with new students, the pain of not having my last year's class teacher also hurts. The thought that I will have new teachers leaves me feeling like a hollow log. 

I still remember the last day of school, it did not feel like such a great deal of having a new class,but now, when I'm so close to going to my new class I realize how much I don't want to go.

Our previous class was known for our misbehaviour, and the entire year I had prayed to be promoted to a new class without any student from that class and well, God answered my prayer. I don't recognise anyone in my class.

My best friend is not in my class nor is my worst enemy. I will have to find a new rival to compete with in class for the first position and the fear inside me is like an endless pit in which I keep falling, not reaching the bottom just falling. Falling into nothingness. 

The new students don't scare me as much as the new teachers do.
I fear losing my math teacher the most. I also have the anxiety of whether or not will I get to be a prefect, I cannot afford to have someone I dislike being a prefect. It scares me even more to think that what if people who hate me get to be the Head boy or Head girl, how will they use their position to revenge against me. The study more part does not scare me that much, but the thickness of the books is frightening. The effort of trying to fit in is worse. 

I guess I will be staying out of the crowd and will be labelled as creep, in bold red letters. I think that is all I wish to say about the matter and will also promise to post more frequently.

What sense? Nonsense.

   Hello people of earth!! Today I am going to be posting a story written by me, Ayushi and Janushi (who happen to be some pretty amazing friends)

Well, the story is........ supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. 

It was not written using brains the origin of this marvelous piece of writing dates back to 4th of this month. Also I think I should tell you how it was written.

Well it was this game, where you have to write a sentence with the word limit being only 5 words per chance, it is okay if you are not able to complete the sentence.Then whatever you have written is passed on to the next person and so on...

This is like a loop within the people who are participating. The loop does not end till "The End"

Another thing is I would like to introduce you to 

the writers of this exceptionally well written piece of nonsense.

Ayushi

Janushi

Me (Annie)

  Also it is colour coded, I am red, Ayushi is black and Janushi is blue

       

                            The Fault In Our                                                  Thoughts(not a parody)

Once upon a beautiful morning, Raina woke up and looked at the chirping birds outside and found something really fishy. There was something gross lying, it was her dead cat. She stood there crying and all the memories came flashing,stabbing her mind like knives. However, she freshened up with water and prepared to mourn for the cat had died on her 18th birthday. She was frustrated, how did her mom kill the cat. Her mom stood there as if nothing had happened....... How,the room reeked of blood....that flowed out of the body. How can she do that?

"Lady! How could you?!" yelled Raina at the top of her lungs. She fell on the cat and the blood was all over her body. Tear stains were on her cheeks, she instantly clicked a picture of the cat in her mind,which will stay forever......She wanted revenge......She wanted her wild dreams to be shattered. 

"I won't kill my mom, I'll ruin her reputation in front of dad."

She remembered how rude stepmom was, she had to kill her negative thoughts for her. Stepmom always favoured her stepsister, She removed all positivity from her daughter and Raina became good friends though. Raina loved her cat, she forgave the sins her mom did. All her life she spent miserably, now Karma did good to her future life. She thought that teenager life will be nicer, fate WILL change, sun will rise and bring new hopes. She missed her cat.

MORAL: Never kill your daughter's cat because she'll get angry. Just keep your thoughts intact and to yourself.

                                    

                                The End

DISCLAIMER: I humbly apologize for the irritation/frustration/dissappontment this article may have caused you. This is totaaly fictional and no cat has died that belonged to Raina, infact we don't even know who Raina is. Thank you for withstanding the mental torture<3.

The pre and post phases of exams

Hello people ! I know that I am writing after ages but you cannot blame me.... I had my test papers to write

And today... I shall be writing bout the different phases in a student's life pre and post the test.

• The one day before the exam: The student studies,revises,learns and does not stop.

• The last minute: This is the particular time where one gets to know that there is one extra chapter that is being tested.
• The best friend: This particular moment converts all acquaintances and enemies into best friends; everyone needs answers.
• 'I NEED AN ANSWER!!!':  This is specifically when everyone seems to know the answer but you and also everyone is deaf when you are asking for help.
• Finally over: This is it after all that writing,asking for answers and giving answers, the paper finally comes to an end.
• The joy: The test is over, currently all the answers are accurate,  and it is sure that you are going to get full marks
• The horror: Then when proudly you are discussing answers with your classmates you realize 50% of your answers are wrong.
• 'Try to forget': This is when one tries to forget that he have written the answers wrong remember the right answers and when asked he tells the right answers instead of what he has written. But alas he has to come clean at the report card day.

A Day in the life of a bookworm

Sipping along with a good book, who doesn’t enjoy it.

It is like escaping into a world where dragons exist and you actually have a chance of meeting unicorns. The joy of reading cannot be described , however one can describe what life is like when someone is simply imbued to a book.

Early morning before saying “Good Morning mom!” or “What a lovely morning!” the people who are addicted to books start reading. When the mother finally gets annoyed and yells at the bookworm for not keeping the book down, the book is closed. After the same old ritual of the morning which includes brushing, taking a bath and getting dressed for school, the book is read at the breakfast table. The book is also read in the school bus. The book is not closed yet , it is read before and after the morning assembly and also glanced at during the assembly. The book is read before the teacher arrives and after the teacher leaves. At this point of time the reader is so glued to the story that it becomes nearly impossible to keep the book down. The reader lies about being ill and reads during sports class while the other students do uninteresting things like running, jumping, jogging and  exercising.  there  is one moment that every reader despises it is called the ‘recess’ or ‘lunch break’. While the entire school is echoing with noises such as laughter, giggling and chatter , the reader reads. It is very difficult to concentrate over a book, with all the noise during the dreaded lunch break, to make matters worse the sound of the noisy school bell snaps one right out of the story.

While the reader is mulling over the book the teacher announces that there is to be a class test tomorrow.

Another frustrating moment in the life of a reader is when told to keep the book down and study! Also, one of the most stereotyped moment in every bookworm’s life is bumping into things while reading and locomoting.

The book is read during dinner, after dinner and before dinner.

In one point of time when there are only one hundred and seventy pages left, the head is filled with questions, worry, excitement and doubt. ‘What happens to the treasure?’ ‘What is the end like?’ ‘What am I supposed after finishing this book?’

The book is read till three o’clock in the night, when it is finally over and when the excitement subsides, a hot lump starts forming in the throat, sweat drips down the forehead, chills run down the spine as the reader remembers the class test! The teacher’s voice keeps echoing in the head. And for a moment a totally wild idea of skipping school comes to the head. But alas! It doesn’t work…..

What will happen next? Will the reader fail the class test? Well, that my friend is an entirely different story for an entirely different time.

A day in the life of an Indian school girl

The first thing I would do is apologize for such a delayed entry,I was out of ideas and was confused on what to write...

this particular article is about a perpetual life if an Indian girl.

" AREY!! GET UP! YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!"

unlike normal people my alarm clock was my mom.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

I literally dragged myself to the bathroom and brushed my teeth after that I continued with the daily ritual of getting dresses and packing my bag and stuffing a massive chunk of bread in my mouth and rushing out to catch my school bus.

Once reaching school, climbing the endless stairs to the class room with a 5 tonne bag hanging from my shoulder and slowing me down.

Upon reaching the class people like me (who are very sincere) open our bags and start drinking water while gossiping and the other category of students study, by the time we are done discussing all about how the head girl has no decency whatsoever and how the uniform should be of a different color and how one should not have these endless stairs but escalators and elevators in schools it is time for the assembly. First the prayer which is sung by a choir that just can't sing! Then a particular class conducts the assembly on the topic given. To be more detailed first the assembly begins with a quote, then some information based on the assigned topic, after that something like a talent competition in which one or two students sing some random song,recite some random poem which is supposed to be "inspirational" and then we stand in attention for the National Anthem. After the assembly that makes me sleepy again we have the class attendance where the teacher calls out our name roll number wise. The class teacher leaves the class, while we wait for our subject teacher to come, the unfortunate class monitor is left to take care of the wild class.

"Oye! 2nd sum was homework!!" screams a student.

"Please maintain discipline;" the monitor says with disinterest.

The subject teacher finally arrives and the monitor lets out a sigh of relief.

" Okay, class! Open your books to chapter 3, Hydrogen!" says the  teacher.

One thing about  Indian teachers is that they have a typical pronunciation. Also they strain on the capital letters.  

"The HYDROGEN is the most of the reactive of the elements, it has ONE electron in its shell." said the teacher. I yawned . After that the teacher talked some more, I didn't listen. All classes were the same, I didn't listen.

During recess me and my friends gathered around a table and we discussed random topics. My dabba had bhindi and chapati, after recess we had some other classes and we were done for the day. I slept in the entire long bus ride home.

For lunch were leftovers along with garam garam chapatis and raita. After stuffing myself up properly I watched a little television and then went for my Math tutions at 4. While I was walking I listened to disco deewane~ new version. The one hour tution was tiring and after that I came home and drank a glass of milk. Then I went outside to play with my friends. I came home did my home work revised chapters and once I was done I ate dinner while watching my all time favorite bollywood movie called as Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

At night , I lay in bed recalling the day and thinking, that yes, zindagi na milegi dobara !

The modern day Cinderella~ NARRATED

It was morning and I brushed my teeth got ready and went down to the kitchen to make tea for my step family.
Bruno the dog greeted me with a wagging tail. I fed the horse,the dog,the chicken, the mice and the devil of a cat,Lucifer who belonged to my stepmom but I had to take care of his 'basic needs'. I removed the kettle from the induction cooker and served the tea. I went to my stepmom's room where my step sisters were barking like dogs on what to wear and on what not to wear. Lucifer walked in confidently, and one of the spoilt sisters shoved him out again. The door bell rang, I opened the door and was handed an invite from the palace for a party, I gave it to stepmom and she read it aloud for all of us to hear.

" Prince Charming, invites you to his 18th birthday party tonight  at 9 the party will last as long as the guests don't leave so it might last till 6 in the morning, please arrive at the castle at 9 sharp."

My step sisters started shreiking with delight, while they did that I skyped fairy godmother and told her everything and she said that she would provide me the dress and all that stuff.
I did my chores which involved all the house work . I vaccumed the floor and then used the steam mop to mop the floor, after that I stuffed the clothes in the washing machine and the dishes in the dish washer. I dusted the house while I played music on my bluetooth speaker. Then I googled a recipe for lunch and the perfect outfits for a party.
By the time I finished with the house chores it was time to leave and a limo was waiting outside for us, my sisters wore identical short,black dresses and stepmom wore a pathetic pink tight skirt with a t-shirt that said  ' Love being a Teen '.
I was not yet ready and they said they were late so they left without me. 
I was so upset, I called fairy godmother and told her everything she came over really quickly, ahe gave me a black croptop and a pair of denim shorts, I wore glass heels with it and heavy mascarra along with  an orange lipstick which looked amazing with my neon nalipolish . I went in our car and when I reached the castle I could hear the EDM music inside I walked in and texted fairy godmother.

ME: I have reached
FAIRY GODMOTHER: K
ME: Now what?!
 FAIRY GODMOTHER: IDK, curfew is 12 in the night.

I slid my phone in my pocket and greeted the prince, we dabced and danced and danced. After that we walked a little and spoke, and then the clock struck 12 and I rushed out it was difficult to run i  heels so I quickly got rid of them on the steps of the palace, the prince thought it was for him and he set out to search for me. Stepmom got to know I was late and locked me in my room as punishment, the prince came to our house did the shoe formality and we both went away to his palace where I had my own iPod and we hosted numerous parties and never invited  my ' Love being a Teen' stepmom. 
Fairy godmother had amazing fashion sense and she wore all funky clothes and she also had peircings  and numerous tattoos, life could never be better . 
                                                THE END

Life as a plant in PVZ

Hello! Today  I am writing this article because of two reasons

1> I am addicted to PVZ
2> PVZ is awesome, and the plants are epic.

For those of you who don't know what PVZ refers to, it Plants vs Zombies.
The plant I would pretend to be is the Sunflower 

I have just been planted and am staring at the huge army of zombies in front of me, there are imps,coneheads, bucket head, the regular one and the musician type?! Does that kind even exist?!
A pea shooter has been planted in front of me and the 'zombies are comin.' 
Oh a sun is coming up, and thanks to the great me... there is another pea shooter. 
Wait a minute, is that another SUNFLOWER?! 
Well you know what missy, you ain't giving more sun,and I try to create more sun, oh great I don't control the amount of sun I create!
There is a new kind of plant, looks like a pea shooter with two heads, that's pretty cool. One more sun. 
This is such a boring job! A bucket head, pea shooter is attacking...
attacking... Wait what?! That thing ate the pea shooter! It's moving forward, towards the other pea shooter and is eating him as well, finally the bucket fell off, one hand is off okay now just the head....and.....thank plantness it's dead!
A new plant! Chomper ! wow it just ate that zombie! Quite amazing!
Wow this is long! Oh my God! The final wave! Help! WE ARE GOING TO DIE! Save me! Oh God! That zombie burnt wall nut! He also burnt a pea shooter! I AM GOING TO DIE! The hand fell off, okay just the head! OH COME ON! HURRY WITH THE PEA! 
The head is off finally! 
WE WON!!!!!!! 
WE ACTUALLY WON!!!!!!!

the flu song (parody of heart ache by Bonnie Tyler)

Its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache
hits you when you're too late
hits you with pathogens

Its a flu's game
nothing but a flu's game
coughing in the cold air
feeling like a clown,

its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache 
cough until your throat aches
then you have a cold
it ain't right to think that you're so depended on meds,

It ain't right to need something as much as I needed meds

Its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache
hits you when you're too late
hits you with pathogens

its a flu's game

nothing but a flu's game

standing in the cold rain

coughing like a clown

It ain't right to need something as much as I needed meds

its a flu's game

standing in the cold air 

coughing like a clown

it a throat ache

then the meds let you down 

its a throat ache

disclaimer:this is a song written by me for me and completely applies to the people suffering from the "throat ache" like me right now

The justification to the rain

Hi, its festive season in India and so to add a bit more excitement to my little blog that I call 'the rain' I will be posting three articles. 

This is my first in the list of three blogs.

Well, honestly the reason this is called the rain is because

When I was creating the blog there came a dialogue box which said name your blog, I thought it was for one particular article so I named it the rain and this is completely relevant to my first blog, the joy in the rain. I tried changing it after that but I  could not, my mom says it is probably lucky for me so I should let it be, but I still get restless when any of my friends ask me that why exactly is it the rain.

I can also say I love the rain because it sets the perfect mood for finding a cozy corner with a hot cup of coffee and an exceptionally good book.

lately I have read the fault in our stars and it is in the list of my favorite books it is simply divine. Reading a book like that is like tasting chocolate after eating a hundred  leafy vegetables, and believe I really dislike leafy vegetables.

The colors in a box

The life of a student is a vast topic probably as grand as a whale. But specifically today I would write a brief article on the types of students and their basic kind of discription

The life of a student is pretty much inside their text books. But for some students their text book life begins a day before the examination.
There are different kind of students some try to act like geniuses some are born with a brain like Einstien's.
Normal human students mostly dislike chemistry and geography.The mayhem lovers have one soul purpose in life: to enjoy the class riots they create.
The teacher's pet is the one who will do literally anything to get a teacher's attention.

Given below are a few type of students:

The Brainiac:

This type of student starts his/her textbook life before the school year starts. They sit alone in class and are usually found on the first bench, they pay attention to whatever the teacher says and the only "interesting" talks you can have with them is 'what is force?' or 'what is fractional distillation?'.
WARNING: TO PREVENT EXTREME BOREDOM SIT AT THE LAST BENCH OR AWAY FROM THE BRAINIAC.

The teacher' pet

This is the most common type , they are the students who irrelevant of their report card get the teacher's attention. They enjoy acting smart and try their best to answer questions during class hours and the conversation turns out like this:
Teacher: "Who will tell me what humidity is?"
[smart student thinks the answer]
Teacher's pet: "Ma'am it is present in Goa and it is water of sea and salt of sweat on face.[says confidentially ]
Teacher:"  Good try, "
[teacher continues lesson without giving the correct definition leaving the smart kid lost and confused]
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THE -TRYING-TO-BE-COOL-KID

This type of student has the mayhem causers as his role model and think it is cool to throw paper balls and paper planes at fellow students, they usually end up in the principal's office.

THE SLEEPY HEAD

These kinds are rare but still are found mostly during third language class. They are too found on the first bench, but unlike the brainiac they are forced to sit their so the teacher can ensure they dont sleep off and travel to wonderland.

THE DIRT BAG

This kind hates all the teachers , and the prime objective of this student is to criticize teaching methods and use language that makes fellow students uncomfortable. This kind is found giggling or talking during lessons.

THE REBELS

They dont agree with teachers and believe in the fact that they are right and the teachers are wrong one example:
Teacher:"2+2=4"
Rebel:"NO! ITS 5"
Teacher: " child you need to practice addition"
Rebel:"Sir I know you are wrong and I will prove it I will show how I did the sum tomorrow,"
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They usually try getting the front seat and arm themselves with their nut like brain and the nonsense that they speak.

DESCLAIMER: THIS ARTICLE IS MY THOUGHT PROCESS AND DOES NOT RAGARD TO ANYONE ANY RELATION IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.