“Swag Mom!”

So, I know I haven’t been posting AT ALL, so I must apologize for that. However, I’m going to try and post once a week at the very least. Anyway. Moving on.

Something hilarious happened today, and I’m going to narrate it here.

Today was a very rainy day; especially towards the end of the school day (actually, it rained the whole day). So, naturally, I ran to the school gate, praying that my bag won’t get drenched, because let’s face it: your practical notebooks are worth more than you on a rainy day.

Yeah, so I practically sprinted to the gate, only to find the auto rickshaw that I go home in, wasn’t there. Cursing my luck and the guy who drives for picking the absolute worst days to not pick me up, I stood under a tree with a few friends till the rain stopped a little or something, basically waiting in case the guy decided to come. Then, when almost everyone had left, this guy suggested I should catch another auto rickshaw. Basically because I had math class in like, half an hour, and also because if I kept waiting, the guy would never really turn up and all I’d end up with would be nothing but a nasty cold and drenched notebooks. And I take great pride in having the neatest notebooks around for miles. So, that wasn’t really an option.

So, when I reached home (around 3:15 pm; school gets over at 2:55), mom gave me food and asked me to change quickly, which I did. (But not before hurriedly taking my practical notebooks out and checking them like they were my newborn babies). Then, around 3:40, mom decided to call the guy and give him a piece of her mind. She told me to be quiet and not make a sound. And the conversation that followed:

Mom: Did you not go to pick her up today? She still hasn’t come home. (Friendly reminder that I was sitting next to her!)
He said something along the lines of him being unwell and that he sent someone else in his place.
Mom: Whatever it may be, she still isn’t home! This is so irresponsible of you!
Blah blah blah
Then, plot twist!
Mom: Oh, I hear something like an auto in front of my house, let me check if it really is her. *walking to the door and unlocking it*
Yes, it is her all right. She’s saying how she waited for a long time and is thoroughly drenched and that nobody came to pick her up and that she had to cone by her own. This is very bad of you.
~ conversation ended.

So, I should probably add how I walked to another room because I was about to burst out laughing, which I did anyway after the call ended.

As for the name of this post, it is what this friend said after hearing the whole thing.
Yes, mommy! Much swag, such wow. xD

That’s all for today! xD

Fun fact: If you replace the ‘a’ in banana with other vowels, you get:

Much love (and lots of swag),



Hello! It’s been so long since I last posted, and I must say, I missed this dearly. However, I’m back right now, and well… Yay! Um, onwards with this post. Okay.

Misopedia, in simple terms, is hatred towards children. I’m not exactly a misopedist, but I think I might be. I really don’t know. I just know that I’ve had some really bad experiences with children, and I’m going to narrate a few of them here.

A lot of girls love taking infants from their mothers’ arms and rocking them by themselves. They’ll either walk around with the babies cradled in their arms and sing soft sings to them, or flat out babysit them, including feeding and entertaining them by pulling funny faces. Now, I was no different. I was very into this whole thing of caring for little kids. It was only after I was faced with their blatant disregard for my kindness (lol) that I stopped.

A few years ago, I was in fifth grade, maybe. It was a small get together, including people from dad’s office and all. One of the women had the cutest baby girl, and I loved pulling her cheeks and all that. I requested the aunty to give her daughter to me, and promised to not hurt her, or drop her, et cetera. However, after five minutes of being in my arms, she threw up on me. Like, excuse me? I’m trying to fucking keep you happy here. Can I get some (if not a lot) appreciation?


This was one thing.

Then there was another baby girl. She was the prettiest little thing I had ever seen. Her mother always dressed her in the cutest of outfits, only adding to the overall cute factor. Argh, she was adorable! However, whenever I tried to pick her up, she would start crying. I remember standing in front of the mirror, trying to figure out if there was something wrong with my face which scared her.

After that, I stooped bothering with little kids at all. I remember there was this kid in third who had a crush on me, when I was in seventh. His mother laughingly mentioned it as his first older girl crush. I remember how my sister teased me about it.

Then, only today, while I was going back home from school, I saw the cutest band of little girls going home. This little trio didn’t sit in the auto rickshaw as people normally did – they sat in the back, so they could look out the back of the rickshaw which was open. Oh my god, I remember smiling at their cuteness! Also, a girl smiled back at me when I smiled at her. Is all hope not yet lost?

Let me know about your equation with little kids! Are you a midopedist, or the very opposite?

Lots of love,


So, one portion of internal marks in English is making a speech in front of the class. Now, anyone who knows me well in real life, knows my speaking skills goes awful. I went home crying in the first term of tenth, and I was thoroughly depressed the second time. It also didn’t help that my English teacher told me how I speak very fluently and how she doesn’t get why I mess up, when in reality I’m great at speaking with people and well, great at the subject. It wasn’t harsh, but it still made feel like the shittiest kid alive, so today was such a relief.

Out of five topics, I chose to speak about the status of women in India. I am going to share my speech here, because I feel very proud of it and also of the fact that I wrote it the day before, that too in class.

This is my speech:

‘In a supposedly free country, it is deeply saddening to know that not all are free. Indian women lead a frightened existence, one that is tainted with a dark fear. No matter how old you get, or where you go, that fear follows you everywhere.

You can’t walk on a deserted road fearlessly, be it in the light if day or in the dark of night. You are constantly adjusting your top and pulling down your skirt so as to ensure that you do everything in your power to stop people from across the street giving you ‘those’ kind of looks. You are supposed to dress appropriately at all times, wear nothing that is too short, or too revealing — not because such clothes don’t suit your fancy, but simply because if you go out wearing that backless top and that miniskirt, and if you do get raped, it is going to be all your fault. You’ve been warned.

For those of you who think I’m spinning tales out of thin air, I do have some evidence to substantiate my claims.

I’m sure the Nirbhaya case is not unknown to any one present in this classroom, however a little less known fact is that one of the defence lawyers said that had this been his own daughter, he would have lit her on fire and left her to die.

At this, we all need to pause and think if this really is the kind of country we want to live in.

In Uttar Pradesh, many community councils barred girls from wearing jeans and using cell phones, and their explanation for this apparent “safety measure” was that jeans encourage eve teasing. I can’t even begin to tell you how twisted that kind of thinking is.

Also, a few years ago, a foreigner, believed to be Spanish, was raped and robbed in her own home. She was sharing an apartment with a friend in Mumbai. Is this really the kind of message we want to give to those who visit our country?

This is the twenty first century, and nearly 67 years have passed since we first attained independence. However, if in all this time we haven’t managed to make the country safe for its women, then I think it suffices to say that we haven’t managed to achieve anything at all.’

So, I wrote that myself. I was applauded by everyone in the classroom, and my speech was one of the rare few speeches that the whole class listened to. I feel extremely honored, because not all speeches were applauded. And also a little relieved, that I hadn’t botched up like I had the year ago.

That’s all for today, I guess.


P.S.: I had to hold the teacher’s table for a while, because my feet were trembling like crazy. I was afraid that I’m gonna fall.

The Veracity Challenge!

So, this awesome kid called Gaurav nominated for this super crazy challenge. The original creator of this challenge is  Mon from Transcend! Check these people out, they’re the best.

Now, onto the challenge. According to Google, the word ‘veracity’ means ‘conformity to facts; accuracy’.Good enough for me, I think! The rules for this challenge are:

1.Write a paragraph without using a single adjective.
2. Keep the link http:/https://lifeofmon.wordpress.com/2015/06/12/veracity-challenge/ in your post (so that the creator of the challenge may receive a pingback).
3. Anyone can join the challenge, you don’t have to be nominated!
4. Nominate 6 Bloggers for this challenge.

Okay, tough! Anyway, I’m gonna try…

The thing about me doing math is that no matter what I do, I will end up with a headache. I mean, it is written in the stars. Math is not for everyone. Math is Satan in disguise. Math is the stuff nightmares are made of. While we are on the subject of nightmares, I have to tell you about the time I was seeing chemical equations everywhere. It felt like my mental health was declining, and I was hallucinating. So, yes. Chemical equations everywhere. It all started when I was up half the night, studying for my midterm exams. Of course, it was Science the next day, and I, as always, left everything to study at the last moment. That is so me. Uh oh, off topic. So, all day and all night, I was doing equations. We had three chapters in Chemistry, and all of them had equations in them. So, when I finally went to sleep, at like three in the morning, I was seeing equations in my mind. They were all I could see till after the exam, and only when I took a nap (which lasted hours) after the exam, did I recover. Boy, was that a day.

OMG IT IS SO HARD TO LIVE WITHOUT ADJECTIVES! I think I did a right sucky job haha!
Also, I think I slipped up and added an adjective here and there anyway. So much for rules.

Now, I nominate the following lovely kids:

1. Udit.
2. mypersonalteenlife.
3. muskanreadsandwrites.
4. Everything and Nothing.
5. The Quintessential Irony We Call Life.
6. Mageowl’s Blog.

That’s all for this post!
Thanks for reading! Also! It is not necessary for you to be nominated to do this challenge! Anyone can do it!

Lots of love,


One would argue that loving him was not an uncommon thing, and this would not be untrue. However, everyone would have their own reasons for doing so.

Somebody would tell you that it is all about those dazzling brown eyes of his, the ones that make you want to look at them for ever, and not look away. They have been called the windows to his soul on countless occasions by numerous admirers, however, I disagree. I think the rightful entry to his soul could be gained only when one paid any attention to him.

He would go stiff if something made him uncomfortable, and he would fiddle enormously with his long fingers when agitated, tapping them or wringing them. He would run his hands through his hair when flustered, and the top of his ears turned red if he felt too hot.

And his eyelashes. So long. When his eyes would close, they would fan out, and it would take a great deal of effort to stop yourself from wondering if he ever felt them touching his skin, if they ever tickled him.

The creases at the corner of his eyes, giving testimony to the fact that he was one who loved smiling. And his smile, oh his smile.

People would rave on and on about that beautiful smile, and that handsome face. When he smiled, it was like all of your troubles melted away. The way he smiled. The way his eyes lit up when smiled, you just wished that he kept smiling for evermore.

His laugh. Oh, such a fun laugh. It was lively, and extremely infectious. You couldn’t help but join in, even though there was nothing very funny to laugh at.

The way his hands felt. They only confirmed what you already knew, that he was strong and was confident being in his own skin. They held you firmly, and yet, so delicately. As if he were afraid of hurting you.

And his words.

He always knew the right thing to say, yet never said what I truly wanted to hear. I’m sure he was no stranger to what I felt for him, but he never gave any indication of the fact.

Simply, the way he made me feel.



Every once in a while, you’re going to hear a song, or read a book, or meet a person, who will turn your world upside down. You’ll hear it on repeat, or keep rereading it, or keep talking to them, simply because you’re trying to latch on to that shred of something that they made you feel.

They made you feel this bundle of inexplicable feelings, that you never thought you could feel. They made you a better person, or at least made you want to be one.

They made you feel raw, as if your world will never be the same again. They made you feel heart wrenching agony, and they made you feel as if you were on the top of the world.

I don’t think everybody feels the same feelings. I’m in love with all things broken and tragic. But, that’s just me. Some prefer happy endings. I do, too. It makes for less drama. However, I like tragic ones far better.

Starting at the very beginning. Books and songs and people. They are made up of chosen and well placed words. (Not scientifically, please don’t even go down that alley!) Something we read, hear, or are told, can greatly impact us as a person, as a being. They can impact us in various ways.

In particular, I like how things like words can make you feel things. I like the idea of how something as small as a word, can go on to make you feel things you didn’t even know you were capable of feeling. I like how they can completely describe what you’re going through, and at the very same time, are grossly inadequate in conveying across what you’re feeling. I like how one can say something and the other can understand it, and also how sometimes, you don’t get what the other person is trying to say at all. I like how they are our best form of communication, but even then some things can’t be limited in the relaying of a few chosen and well placed words.

I like words. I like their simplicity, and at the same time, their complexity.

Lots of love,

A Vast Multitude of Awards!

So, this post is for all the awards that I’ve recently got nominated for, yet haven’t taken out the time to post about them. So, here it is! I’m gonna bundle them up here cause too lazy for life.

1. Real Neat Blog Award!

I was nominated for the Real Neat Blog Award by the wonderful Every Word You Say! She’s an amazing blogger, so check her out if you haven’t yet! Though I don’t think that’s possible. 😛


Here are the rules!
1. Thank the person who nominated you. Thank you! 🙂
2. Answer the given questions.
3. Nominate five bloggers.

The questions:

1. What was the last book you read?
The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger. It was a great read, and I’m planning on rereading it. 

2. The last song you listened to?
Lost at Sea, by Zedd. I am currently listening to it on repeat.

3. If you could be anyone for a week, who would you be?
I think I would want to be Einstein. It would be so great to understand them theories, without actually having to understand them. You know why? Because I would have been the person who came up with it in the first place! xD 
Oh god, that was so lame. I make myself cry.

4. What’s your biggest wish?
Believe it or not, my biggest wish to end up the way I imagine myself to end up. I have everything planned out in my head; what I’ll be doing, how I’ll be doing, who I’ll be doing (not a typo hahahahahhaha omg lame), and who I’ll be with. It’s just a painful thing to imagine that it might not turn out that way. So, I suppose this is my biggest wish.

5. What’s your best piece of advice?
I suppose my best piece of advice would be me telling you to stay rue to yourself. It’s easy to lose yourself in this chaos, and that is perhaps the absolute worst thing that could happen. You should have your own opinions, and your own thoughts, and your own everything. Nobody can tell you to behave in a particular way. If they do try to change you, then perhaps it’s time to change who you hang out with. You should be something you want to be, not what you are expected to be. And this sounds so cliched oh my god.

6. What’s that thing you’ve been putting off for ages?
I’ve been putting off studying up on classes I missed since forever! I’ve missed a ton of classes at my coaching institute, and it’s the worst. But miraculously enough, I can still follow classes with great ease. That’s funny, because I don’t know anything at all! I should study, no? Sigh. 

7. What is the piece of clothing you wear the most?
Haha! I’m mostly at home if not at school or class, and at home I mostly wear shorts and skirts, coupled with some random tee. I get hot very easily, so short shorts are lifesavers. 😛

8. What’s the one thing you can’t live without?
I can’t live without food, naturally. And water.
Okay, on a serious note, I can’t live without reading. Be it fanfiction, or a novel. I have to read. If nothing else, I read my English Literature textbook (I have done that on countless occasions). So, there. And if you come to a thing, like an inanimate object, it will have to be my infinity necklace. My best friend got it for me in December (2014 yo), and I wear it always, especially on days I have tests or exams. And, also on flights and stuff. It’s like a lucky charm of sorts.

And before anyone asks, I liked infinity symbols long before I read TFIOS and Perks of Being a Wallflower.

9. Eye shadow or eyeliner?
Out of these two, eyeliner. However, I use kohl on my lower lashline rather than eyeliner, because eyeliner is too hard to put on everyday, and also because I look better in kohl. That is also the only makeup I use, except, of course, lip balm.

10. Favorite way to spend a Saturday?
Random movie marathon, no getting out of bed, no homework, no studying, no anything. Just food and TV. Not even WhatsApp or Facebook Messenger. 

The nominations, ding ding! (I am extremely sorry if I nominated you for this even though you already had it!)

1. Udit.
2. Gaurav Chaplot
3. Everything and Nothing
4. thoughts of a troubled mind.
5. Mageowl’s Blog.

2. The Liebster Award!

Again, I was nominated for this award by the amazing Every Word You Say! She’s pretty great, and follow her now if you haven’t yet, even though that’s not humanly possibly. Anyway, do it now. Or go spam her with likes and comments. I don’t know.


Here are the rules:

1. Thank the blogger who thanked you. Once again, thank you, you amazing person ❤
2. Answer the questions given to you by your nominator.
3. Nominate ten other bloggers.
4. Create a new set of questions for your nominees.

The questions and my answers:

  1. If you had to sum up your life with one sentence, what would it be?
    Er, I really don’t like these kind of questions where you have to think hard about yourself. I can never be too sure of factual correctness. I’m not even kidding. Okay, let me think. One sentence. Um… I guess it’ll be, ‘Wanting and wishing for a lot, but never really working towards it.’
    Don’t even ask. I’m pretty sure that’s the most correct description I can give.
  2. What is your dream job?
    It’s a tie between a successful writer and a psychiatrist. Even though it may not look like it, I love writing fiction. Also, I’m everyone’s go to shrink in my friend circle. 
  3. What is your favourite thing about yourself (can be a physical feature or your personality, or both!)?
    My eyes? I think they’re pretty plain, but sometimes I’m like, man they’re nice. They’re brown. I’ve been complimented on them a lot of times. 
  4. Do you own any pets?
    I have a dog. She is around eleven years old, and her name is Misty. She is golden brown in colour, but her paws and the top of her head are slightly white now. She’s the cutest thing in the world. She is a Dachshund. Also, my sister adopted a cat, and named him Turtle. Don’t ask why. Though I don’t know if I can call it my pet exactly, as she lives in the USA and I live in India.
  5. What sounds can you hear right now?
    I’m listening to this song. So, this song. For anyone who’s interested, it’s Better Off Dead by Sleeping With Sirens. 
  6. If you could only keep one physical object that you own and everything else would be destroyed, what would you keep?
    My infinity locket?
  7. What were you like when you were growing up?
    A handful, I’m sure! Nah, I’m kidding. I was actually nice. I was kind, soft spoken most of the time, although I loved to scream. I was into a lot of sports. I even studied and did homework on time. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up though, so that sucked. 
  8. What’s your favourite movie?
    My favorite chick flick is A Boy Girl Thing, and another favorite movie which is not exactly a chick flick, is Girl, Interrupted. I’m sure there were more in the list, but I’m kinda drowsy so I have no idea if I’m alive or not anymore.
  9. When was the last time you laughed and why?
    I laughed a little earlier in the evening, when I was watching the TV. I’m sure I laughed sometime before dinner, at something on Comedy Central. But I can’t remember what it was exactly, so I’ll tell you about how I laughed like anything at the part where Elizabeth Bennet tells the dreaded Mr. Collins that no one would expect his manners to be rehearsed. (I was watching it earlier in the day. I’ve seen it a bajillion times already btw.)
  10. What is your happiest memory?
    Where math was simple, and I got what I was studying, and I knew what I wanted to do in life, and when I didn’t care about my hair or my face, and also when things were simpler and I didn’t have to decipher everything and everyone. Basically, when I was a kid. That’s not exactly a memory, but I’ve always sucked at the best/worst questions.

Nominations? Hmm, okay:

1. Udit.
2. Gaurav Chaplot
3. Everything and Nothing
4. EimzPink
5. Mageowl’s Blog.
6. muskanreadsandwrites,
7. mypersonalteenlife.
8. Mathemagical Site.
9. The Quintessential Irony We Call Life.
10. Just Call Me Elm Or Something.

My questions!

1. If you could pick one, what would you pick? Your options are: editor for the school newspaper or the quarterback.
2. Writing or reading or drawing?
3. Favorite food and why?
4. Do you like turtles and/or tortoises?
5. What is your idea of the perfect gift for a loved one?
6. What do you think 50 Shades of Grey?
7. a) What Hogwarts house do you identify yourself with and why? (If you are not a Potterhead, no worries! Sky has other things in store for you! OR, you can answer this anyway!)
7. b) (Haha, see what I mean by other stuff? Aren’t I the best? You can also answer this even if you’ve answered the previous one!) The best book you’ve ever read? And I mean the bet. The ones that knocked your socks off. The one that ROCKED your world. The one which changed your life for EVER.
8. Best piece of poetry you’ve ever read?
9. Do you like Facebook?
10. Read this and please laugh along with me!

That’s for this award! Thanks a ton for the award, Every Word You Say! 😀

3. The Encouraging Thunder Award!

Woo, last award on the list! I have the super cool thoughts of a troubled mind to thank for this, so thanks a ton, you! 😀

This award is pretty different, and pretty short to type up. I’m sorry, I’m tired and just wanna sleep. 😛


Rules go this way:

1. Post it on your blog.
2. Add the logo.
3. Grant award to other cool bloggers.
4. Mention your purpose in blogging.
5. Thank the supermegafoxyawesomehot person who nominated you. Thanks again, Ayushi! 

Purpose in blogging:

Pretty simple, actually. I write because I like writing, and it is the only way I think I can write about stuff like dumb movies and how much they make me feel like jumping off a cliff. I blog because I don’t really know how to express myself without writing, and blogging helps me do that. I’m not very sure. I’ve found that I’m never very sure of anything. Again, blogging helped me reach that conclusion.

My nominations, lo and behold! *dances to the sound of thunder*

1. Udit.
2. mypersonalteenlife.
3. The Quintessential Irony We Call Life.

That’s all for this humongous post! Good day, folks!

Much love,

Sky, XOXO.