YAY!

The nice guy in the office made my internet work. And I chilled with Bush yesterday at the Big Chill. So my sentiments right now exactly:

 

x EdgyShark x

To Smell Freedom!

Every trip has a purpose for sure and if given a chance to win this one, I’m going to do the tickets so much justice by being with the people I love, from whom I’ve been separated from for so long … I’m going to be one with the city, with the people and with my heart and soul… I want this so bad !

Delhi’s a rush; it’s a literal mind blowing swift city where if you don’t stop and look, you can’t see or smell the sunshine, the black tar on the roads or the excitement in the air. The nip and chill persists, a big smile plasters itself on my face and I am able to smell freedom every time someone utters the word: Dilli.

I can’t believe I’ve waited for seventeen years to visualize and take in all the grandeur of the capital of our country. Waited so long, but it’s been more than worth it.

Driving around the power areas, I could feel the politics brewing in my blood; I could feel my history texts coming alive; I could feel all the culture like as if it was happening in front of my eyes, to me! It intimidates you, the beauty of its past.

My aim was one: To absorb into myself, the opulence and brilliance of the lush and rich all around me;

To delve into the lives of my loved ones, and to feel what they felt like, growing up in Dilli.

It made my adrenaline feel juvenile.

To visit every street, to stop and stare at the passers by,

To enjoy the cool metro rides, to be alone and feel wonderful.

My freedom consisted of all that and much more.

Getting lost in Connaught Place, admiring old forts and monuments with more wonder and awe than foreigners,

to feel the heat and to shudder in the breeze and chill,

to roam the nights and devour street food and fudge alike.

The vibrance emanating from the city made me feel like I was made for it, and I cannot wait to visit again.

Most of all, being united with that part of my soul again, something only this city can help me achieve. Something, I’ve been longing for, for the last seventeen years of my life..

And the best part? When I awoke from my slumber the next morning back in my bed, I saw my boarding pass on my dark table: Proof that I’d spent my dream waking life

x EdgyShark x

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Freezing On Royal Fire!

Everyone says leaving school is something very hard to do. But for the last four years, I’ve been having this ache to leave those four walls behind and move onto a new college campus and start things afresh. However, when you least expect it, things turn around and hit you right back on the face.

We were given our farewell by the juniors, and a pretty spectacular affair that was! Wound all around by a celluloid theme, it felt pretty awesome to be around such wonderful people. For the last evening, I greeted my teachers and classmates with gusto. As the days near, I feel less pressurized to act in a certain manner and feel more calm and composed with regard to these people all around me. We’ve stuck it (and not stuck it) through thick and thin over the last fourteen years, and it all boiled down to that one evening to remember.

Frozen on Fire

I was called on stage during the finality of it all, and I sang “Leaving on a Jet Plane” with my best voice possible. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt so happy and so elated to be done with this part of my life, but I failed to notice the moment when my voice began quivering a little. I wouldn’t give way, how could I?

I was feeling joy, excitement and sadness through my veins at the same time!

The next bit arrived with even more of a shock as I was crowned the queen of the evening, Miss Birla High! I haven’t felt such stark extreme emotions in the longest time. Shock, happiness and a teeny tiny bit of resentment and sorrow filled inside my little heart. I had been crowned a royal in the arena where I’d never though I’d fit in. And after this point, I’m never really going to be forgotten, or forget the school for all the good times, and bad.

Like fire meets ice, and melts and freezes at the same time; it’s really hard to explain the kind of contradiction that swept over my feelings and took over.

They say the human body’s made of 72% water. I don’t know how much was freezing and how much was on fire at that moment!

x EdgyShark x

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Mary Jane And The Green Fairy

I haven’t written in the longest time, not because of a lack of things to write about, but because of all the madness that has been persisting in the environment around me. I’ve had the time of my life in the last few weeks. Pertaining to the above mentioned title, and otherwise

My birthday couldn’t have gotten any better than what it was. And I feel lucky, and I feel like the only eighteen year old to have ever had such a grand time. Not a lame club dance that lasted for a few hours, not some pseudo drinking getting high, no new gadgets as presents to scream and show off.

 

But a wonderful week away to a city, from the people I love, to the people I love. And there, I met MJ. As well as her Indian counterpart, locked away in the confines of a very familiar and sexy Beatles case

Winter wonderland, truly. And I can rightly say, I started the year with a bang-bang-pow And it can only keep getting better. After all, it’s your perception of how things should be. If you’re unhappy, you make everything around you seem that way. So keep your head cool, that’s probably why the calendar year starts in the snow.

And otherwise, every year is a new year anyway.

x EdgyShark x

Extreme Psyche

“I’m the one that has to die when I die, so let me live my life as I want to.”

x EdgyShark x

Look, Beer!

It was my dad’s birthday and so this one uncle, sent a lot of booze for the party. I went to get it collected in a big suitcase and on my way back from his place, felt quite excited to be sitting next to a couple of crates of beer. I text my mum, “Ain’t got a care in the world but got plenty of beer!”

She texts me back: “Remember, beer beer everywhere, but not a drop to drink!”

That’s where I get *some* of the Edge from

There’s more though:

Today, when all his friends came for the party, they immediately moved to the big stuff like scotch and whiskey and so now we have a refrigerator full of two crates of chilled beer and only me to finish it off.

x EdgyShark x

Unicorns of the Sea

A very happy sixteenth to Jenny. – B.

Who knew partying was a task in its own? But you know, sometimes, it’s probably everything that adds to it that matters. A little fun here and there, temper snapping like a loose thread, coupled with bits of my anger all over the wall.

And at the end of the day, there’s nothing like the warm comfort of a soft voice and a blanket to sum the fun up.

x EdgyShark x

Friction

The soles of your feet are one of the prime aspects of your being, aren’t they? If not for them, you wouldn’t be able to grace your presence on this heavenly abode. If not for them, you wouldn’t have been able to walk through the sands of time, if not for them, you’d have nothing to fall back on.

It’s the friction that makes your life dynamic.

Your feet. They touch the ground and bring you into contact with the inner confines of the planet; they help you connect with the supreme tangible element of the universe, the soil, the earth. There is no God but within yourself, and the sooner you bring yourself to believe that, the better it will be.

I find it funny, almost ironic when people say “Why are you touching your feet to that book?” Of course, not on purpose, accidentally. Today, it gave me some food for thought when an irate classmate went quite haughtily “You’re touching my bag with your feet.” I apologized for no reason, and mentioned that it wasn’t done deliberately.

Yet, that got me thinking. Why is it that people do not like when you touch your feet to something? It’s merely because they feel that the feet are the dirtiest and most unclean parts of a person’s body. Figure something, what if you changed your perspective? Nothing’s wrong, yet there’s a great deal that’s grey.

There’s no propagation present here, if there is, then it’s merely your thought process and not my influence. It’s not wrong to touch your feet to something without knowing. It doesn’t matter. Books are knowledge, I agree, but they’re only coming in contact with the other most important entity that’s giving you a connection to the tinted universe.

Feet are the most beautiful part of your body, and a little respect is the least they deserve. It’s the scraped and most worked up things in life that make it worth living. Those wrinkles and skin coloured scars just make them worth admiring even more.

Like the ripples of a wave, they soften at the touch of prolonged water.

So tough, yet so sensitive.

x EdgyShark x

A Beautiful Mess

A spiritual canvas where you can paint your fantasies with a myriad of colors.

The beautiful skin on which tingles the music of the universe.

Moist tears, fresh after an argument. They’re waiting to be wiped away with those gentle and caressing fingers.

A beautiful mind, learning to feel the pain.

And grow, and love.

x EdgyShark x

Hands Down

K, Kshetrapal and I kinda can’t leave out the Dashboard Confessionals.

Breathe in for luck, Breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, You share with me

This night is wild, So calm and dull,
These hearts they race, From self control

Your legs are smooth, As they graze mine
We’re doing fine, We’re doing nothing at all

My hopes are so high, That your kiss might kill me
So won’t you kill me, So I die happy

My heart is yours to fill or burst, To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry, Whichever you prefer

The words are hushed, Let’s not get busted
Just lay entwined here, Undiscovered

Safe in here from, All those stupid questions
“Hey did you get some?”, Man, that is so dumb

Stay quiet, Stay near
Stay close, they can’t hear
So we can get some

My hopes are so high, That your kiss might kill me
So won’t you kill me, So I die happy

My heart is yours to fill or burst, To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry, Whichever you prefer

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember
I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo, The dim of the soft lights
The scent of your hair, That you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock

When we realized it’s so late, And this walk that we shared together
And the streets were wet, And the gate was locked
So I jumped it, And I let you in

And you stood at your door, With your hands on my waist
And you kissed me, Like you meant it

And I knew
That you meant it

With love <3

x EdgyShark x