Protect cows from firecrackers.

Lately, I have been wondering of the fate of the movie industry had I entered as Bella and starred in Twilight...
Robert Pattinson would not have the privilege of co-starring with me. In fact, a mosquito would deservedly replace him.

Okay, so maybe this love saga will be a little different, because the mosquito would be female, not have even 1/1000000th the looks of Pattinson, and make me itch with pleasure. So much pleasure, that I would go Diwali shopping to buy a backscratcher, instead of a new anarkali. (The backscratcher was on sale- 15 % off!!!!!!)  

That said, I must say I CAN'T WAIT FOR DIWALI! No, I'm not talking about the firecrackers. Or the ladoos. Or the sweet aunties who bring you little presents that you are forced to acknowledge. Or the smell of incense from all the prayers. Or the dressing up and posing for your peeps' instagrams. Or well, anything. 

I am actually looking forward to the abolishment of mosquitoes. 

I mean, it's not like I'm always a boring person who sits at home and laments about the sound of firecrackers bombarding my eardrums or the smoky air suffocating living and nonliving things. But unfortunately, I think the burden of experience has made me so. I just... I don't know, I don't find Diwali that amusing anymore. Ever since I had been little, I had held firecrackers in my hands and leapt with joy when they would burst before my eyes. I had gawked at the pretty lights covering my neighborhood balconies and loved the whole festivity that Diwali brings. But now, I'm not that amused. For me, the only part that I like about Diwali is, well of course, the mosquitoes that die because of the firecrackers, and also that Diwali serves as an excuse for me to call up people who I haven't spoken to in a while. 

Now, I know the kind of conversation you are expecting.

"Hey! Happy Diwali!!!"

"OMGG HIII OMGGG WE HAVEN'T SPOKEN IN SO LONG WHERE ARE YOU???"

"HAHAHA OMG I KNOW RIGHT?! I AM IN DELHI WHERE ARE YOU???"

"I AM IN BHUTAN OMG THIS IS CRAZY"

"I KNOW LIKE YOU ARE TALKING ALL THE WAY FROM BHUTAN AND I'M LIKE IN DELHI. YOU NEED TO COME BACK BRO"

"I WANNAA! DO YOU STILL WEAR BRACES??"

"NO. DO YOU STILL HAVE A UNIBROW?"

"NOPE! OMGG YOU MUST BE LIKE SO HOT RIGHT NOW"

"I KNOW RIGHT I AM HOT YOU MUST BE CRAZY HOT TOO MAN!"

"COME HOME DUDE LET'S HANG OUT I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU!!!"

"OKAY I'LL COME!! CAN I BRING YOU SOMETHING? GREEN PEAS?"
"OMGGG I LOVE GREEN PEAS!"
"SRSLY?!? ME TOO!!!!"

"SRSLY?!?! WE ARE TWINS WHO GOT SEPARATED AT BIRTH!"

"AAAH CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU AND SHARE DNA!"

But unfortunately, it doesn't always work that way.

"Hey! Happy Diwali!!!"

"Um, thanks. Who is this btw?"

"Oh. My bad. It's me, Songbird!!"

"Son-ohhh yes! Songbird, of course! Hi! :)"

"Hi! How is your Diwali going?"

"It's nice!"

"It's nice? That's great!"

"Yeah!"

"Heh."

"Hm."

"Ha."

*awkward pause that lasts 3 seconds but feels like eternity*

"Hmm, well I have to go now. I am late for my cloth-wringing class."

"Hmm, even I'm late for my cloth-wringing class. I should also go."

"Okay bye!"

"Bye -.-"

You know what they say... Feeling someone's absence makes you fonder, or something. Well, sometimes, it just makes conversations awkward. I mean, honestly, I used to have loads of 'best friends' when I was younger, but eventually, I lost contact with most of them. Some of my friends grew up to become cow worshipers, others became cow eaters; some of them milk cows, whilst others use them as means of transport. (I visited a hilly town last week and there were cows everywhere there, so.. sorrzies xo) And when you are expected to speak to these people after years, things are bound to get awkward. Especially if you don't regularly speak to them and have absolutely no clue about who they are, or what they are like, or if they even remember you.  

Oh well. At least some of my friends are still the same. At least some of me is still the same. 

Unfortunately, the mosquitoes won't change. But they will be gone, at least for a few months! :D 

(Hope you found the 2 twilight and 1 mosquito references)

Oh, and by the way, you should protect cows from firecrackers. They really freak out when you go near them with a phooljhadi. Actually, not just cows. Even dogs freak out. But I knew this one dog who actually enjoyed firecrackers. His name was Rocky, and he belonged to my friend's uncle. But still, not all cows or dogs are the same and must be protected. 

Great, I'll stop now.  

Happy Diwali (it's on the 3rd)! 

Bloggiversary.

Did anyone notice I changed the background? It's a picture of a stick figure clicking a picture of a snail against a warm color scheme. The colors just bring me closer to summer, which has been slowly slipping away in these cold days. That's why I thought of the background as decent. But do you have another background in mind? Talk to me, on the left.

Today is such a tragic day. I'm always so indifferent while climbing stairs. I mean, what can be exciting about stairs, they are just. stairs. Escalators are still a little exciting, but no one notices stairs, okay? Unless it's the stairway to heaven. But even in that case, you're trying to get to heaven, and the stairs are just sort of like little obstacles that you have to cross. And waise bhi, when was the last time you counted the number of steps you took to reach the top of a flight of stairs, or noticed the floral/dotted designs on it? Maybe my ignorance is why, today I just simply got so lost in the mundane-ness of stairs that I overlooked the last three steps, fell down, and twisted my ankle.

Lovely. Now I can't dance for the Bloggiversary.

Aaah, why am I so irresponsible and posting this entry 9 days late? What was I doing 9 days ago? I have been so dazed and loaded with assignments that this Bloggiversary thing just totally slipped my mind! In fact, I haven't been blogging for a while. But you can't really blame me. I'm in the !2th gr@de, and snatching 4-hour sleeps, and spending the rest of the day in Hell-Utopia, while trying not to drown in caffeine. Ugh, I feel so unhealthy.

Anyhoo, I will try not to get my pre-college woes into today's blog entry. Because today - 9 days was/is a special day. I'm at this very special place today- I'm in the midpoint. This is the point where I look back, look at the present, and look into the future and make inaccurate predictions about what is to happen to this blog.

LE PAST
After mini-decades of fulfilling my writing urges on pieces of scratch paper and incomplete word documents, I decided that it is time that I share my writing to the world, and maybe gain some recognition. My first brilliant idea was to create a novel, but I found it too formal and unworthy of someone so lazy as me, so I came up with another brilliant idea, which stayed in my head like a tiny centipede for days, before it began to tickle.
Me: Yo, I wanna make a blog!
Yo: No you can't, you suck.
Me: No! I think I can do this!
Yo: You will make a blog, be thrilled for a few days, then ship it off to Manila as you wipe the spiderwebs off your fingers.
Me: You're such a pessimist.... you just wait and watch, yo. I'm gonna make me a blog!

So one fine day, on the October of 2012, I sat down and made this blog. I didn't really have to brainstorm much, having pre-brainstormed the night before, and pre-pre-brainstormed the week before, but I did have to spend some sweat on figuring out a decent layout, background, etc. Eventually, when I was satisfied, I quickly typed a blog entry, made a horrible little drawing on Paint, and published it. Shared it on a few social networking sites, then waited.

PRE-SAAANT
I must say, the present is so pleasant! When I look back at Le Past, I don't see much difference in my writing style (do you?), but I think my drawing skills have improved a bit, heh. I started off with 0 views, and 2 followers- 2, because I blackmailed and bribed a couple of my friends into making Google accounts and following my blog, to which only 2 people actually listened. However, today, I have 3188 views, an awesomesaucerful of awesome people following my blog, a beautiful amount of emails and prompts to encourage me to continue writing, and this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I mean, hey, Neil Armstrong may have walked the moon and accomplished something awesome. But I think I rocked the Earth (or at least, the virtual Earth/internet), and feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Honestly, I am just SO HAPPY! I think I'm gonna start crying... never did I think that people would actually read/ follow my blog on a regular basis! I want to acknowledge my readers from all over the world who read my blog, seriously guys, you keep me going. When I see people from all sorts of nationalities gaining access to my blogs somehow, I just feel so accomplished and so happy! Thank you all SO SO SO much, for making this blogging experience for me a truly incredible experience, and I can assure you, I won't be shipping this beloved blog of mine to Manila any time soon. :*

LE FUTURE
You know how people have different theories for the Earth's future? Some go way ahead and predict an assortment of apocalypses to freak everyone out, whilst others rewind a little, and focus on this sort of world with flying cars and unicorn-bellhops. Now, I am most certainly not denying the possibility of an apocalypse for this blog, neither am I denying the possibility of a wondrous makeover and advancement, so that if I get rich by any chance, I could make this blog an official website and use all sorts of gadgets to make this blog like really really cool.

I can't predict the future accurately, but I do know one thing. Some people love grinding teeth, and others love yodeling, and the skies may fall down and butterflies may turn back to catterpillars, but I will keep writing, and love writing, because writing is like the masala to my curry, or the lice found in a hobo's unkempt hair. Those are two very strange and irrelevant analogies, but seriously people, I love writing, and this is totally something I wanna keep doing for as long as I physically can. So yes, Le Future for Fancy Awakenings seems rather fancy.


Well, I think I was gracious enough for this little blogpost. And well, if you read all this, thank you so very much. I most certainly can not continue blogging without your support, beloved reader! So please keep visiting my blog whenever you can, and I promise I'll work hard and show absolute gratitude towards my readers, however I can.

Wooot! Blog baby, you're a year old now!

 

Love always,