27/11

Nothing should stop us from revering the martyrs for their sacrifice.
And nothing more to thank the media for a relay of everything that happened, one day later, which made us cry, gave us hate for the terrorists, admiration for our soldiers, etc. Sensational they may be, though what would just plain fact? They rock.

LOL. That was just like that for an elaboration of what happened on the same date 2 years ago. I saw HP 7 - I earlier this week. Unquestionably good. Thats all you will get from a HP fan of both the movies and the books, which are quite rare. Unlike many, I actually think movies help you imagine and understand the book better rather than make your imagination dull. It's like you listen to a lot of music before you write a song or read quite a bit before writing a piece.

I've finally learnt to rap, though 8-10% of music listeners will agree that rap is mindless and crappy. I'd like to hear them doing it. Try to be mindless a while. It actually requires more talent than singing for those of you who don't know, and a very acute sense of rhythm. This is why you hardly find rappers who can't sing. Start with the basics, though. First, Ludacris in Baby, then Love the Way You Lie, and then B.o.B in Airplanes part 1 and 2.

CYA! 

Back With A Bang

I know there was nothing possibly imaginable before the Big Bang, the mommy of all bangs. but was the bang back or brought back by someone?

Think about it. :P. But, I am serious. It is something for you to dwell on.

I Will Stop Saying The Words 'Long Time'

This is the last time I am gonna say this. Because, now I have realised that I am a procrastinator (lazy freak) by birth. Try to find a person of my age who can avoid slacking off. Not my brains, my age. I'm 13, for crying out loud! By the way, 8th Grade has started. I am well into confusing myself now. And so's everyone else. I quote, "I'm just not me anymore" - Anagha Smrithi, future contributor to this blog or to the world. Either way, it's the same, I'm not exactly speaking for myself here. Thankfully, we live in a world where we can have as much fun as we like, where morality is judged by the pure visibility of the wrong done. What is proven by judges in the court is purely superficial. Not many people look emphatically at the moral side of things while judging a person's actions. Which is to say, should we be free in declaring our opinions, which keep changing in the eye of the general public? Or is that just wrong? For example, fashion trends (the changing of which are RIDICULOUS, I don't care much), accessibility of information (including unsafe, vulgar stuff if you know what I mean) through media, the media themselves jumping over every single issue like toads over leaves that pretend to exist, and real ones too. And these changes are most noticeable among teenagers, cause they're the only ones bothered and jobless enough to notice and implement and bitch and then end up thinking the opposite in the end. Then we all become hectic-living adults and have nothing much on our minds. Well, I can only think of incredibly boring stuff that they think about. Point is, just be careful about what you say. Some people like to see only extreme, obvious goody-goodiness, and others don't like to get bored and stay within their (s)hell of a head.

Other events in my life include tests coming up next week, and a Fundraiser at school next month, my dad's birthday in 2 weeks, Independence Day today, a Bundh (strike) tomorrow, etc. etc. things you'd find in every other (under) normal person's life. There are things which I wouldn't wish to talk about, because if I did, you'd call me a Window in The Tower of Babel. I will tell you next month, by which I hope to accomplish the great mission of accomplishing mission(s).

Bye for now. 
You are here. (Inside Joke :P) You're in something MUCH bigger than a Mall.

VERY long time.

Hey! I have been quite bored with my summer vacation unlike many people I know who go out and about a lot. In April, this morning music class prevented me from having sleepovers. However, I did hang with friends quite a bit and went out of station for four days to Thirthahalli near Shimoga. NO plans, in all. I hope to enjoy in May, but there’s a slight glitch as one of my best friends is off to Singapore. I’m in a melancholy mood so don’t expect me to write any more until, like, two days later. Bye!

The Mind Monsters

This is the article mentioned in the previous post

NOTE: No part of this work is in reference to a real person, living or dead. Even as some of the views and points might be shared by some of us, the characters and backgrounds are purely fictional.

They eat at my head or rather they chew it and tear it apart. I wonder if this happens to anyone but me. I wake up and anticipate a new bright day. I realized I hadn’t done my homework. After stuffing my breakfast in my mouth, I rush to a place which feels like a battlefield. I am the warrior whose armour has been knocked off and who’s still trying to fight back. I see my friends in the frontier. My warm feelings crash as I realize that they won’t look at me. A teacher approaches me, unmistakably to bombard me with questions about my homework. I used the simple excuse that my hamster had eaten it. She forgave me as she was very familiar with the diet of my hamster. My mates approach again and we smile at each other and – GOODBYE. Now, home sweet home. My mom asks me to study. I say I have a headache. But I really have is much worse. I lay on my bed not knowing what to worry about first. I go to my neighbour’s house. Now there’s someone who actually talks to me. I then play, eat, drink; the only things I look forward to in a day. Unable to control my mouth, I blurt a few of those worries to my friend. Now she calls me a worrywart. Add that to my list of worries –

People. Am I invisible, or what? Seriously, what was I put on this planet for? I practically slog through every day.

Schoolwork. Pure clutter for the mind. Except if you study, of course.

Family. Um. What would I do and how would I live without them? I actually love them…

Moving on outside this prison of a body, there’s Global Warming. I gotta increase the speed of my fan every single day. I sweat. And because of a couple of trees and that irritating slippery plastic.

The water tasted like ferric oxide mixed with jell-o and cow dung in our last school trip. Let’s hope it can’t get worse. With factories that manufacture scratchy, slippery PLASTIC going into the drains.

World Hunger and Terrorism. People die. A hundred more are born on the second. But that’s overpopulation. We all are light eaters, you see. There would be at least one big blue truck that can serve as a restaurant. Sadly, no trucks I see are the colour of deep blue. Which I happen to like. And the groups of psychos trying to incinerate us. I am not venturing out of the house tomorrow and will not let my family to too, in case there’ll be an eggshell dropping on my head. Then again, there may be a bomb dropped on my house.

Being called names…including a worrywart….

I could go on, but I don’t want to add too much to your list of worries. Hope we can all do something about them. So after my routine I sleep, vanishing the butterflies fluttering in my stomach and the dragonflies round my head. Shutting myself to the world.

Yes. That’s it. It does sound like it’s written by a person in the early stages of a chronic depression. Please do not take any behavioral examples from this, except maybe the (very slight) sarcasm. If you can relate to it, then it’s time to get into some basic therapy. Not the world problems part. The personal part.

WHOPEE!!!

Whopeee I'm alive again!!! But that's only because Social Science is over. I'm not a zombie anymore and I'm back here!!! Speaking of zombies, I would like to share an article written by Shruthi MV, a future fellow contributor to this blog, and me about a person who appears to be one. I will post it in the next post and you can criticise it all you want. Either there's been no news, or I'm too lazy to notice and write about it. More later.

Long time no C

Okay, this is the first one of those comeback posts this year. I have been sort of busy and I'm in a rush now too, but I'm posting to assure you that I'm still alive and well, because I not always am.
         This week's been boring and sort of a rush - like those things you get all of a sudden after a huge, long bout of boredom. So right after exams comes this. By the way, I (and many others) have been bombarded with requests to blog and spread the word about SAVING THE 1411 TIGERS THAT ARE STILL LEFT IN INDIA (I so do not blame them)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well. This is to create awareness about that beautiful cat that we've all been so familiarly brought up with, not having a clue until well into primary school that their years were, in fact, numbered. Or at least, some of theirs. 
       
 As a personal favour, if any of you have pictures of haunted houses, please e-mail to flickflames@gmail.com . Will tell you the reason if the result turns out to be good (not the drawing, but the person).
      Will post when I have the time and energy...sorry but I'm not really satisfied with this post. Bye! 

       

NOTICE

Please don't regard the older post and DO NOT visit that site. I committed a blunder by typing in the wrong email address and am not able to access it. By the way we chucked the idea of the website, and hey, blogger, I'm back! Sooo we're gonna have a group on Facebook which I'll badge here and you guys can visit and join when it's created. If you don't have a Facebook account, please visit it.
       We're in February, one of my favourite months of the year. Not just because of the less number of days, but because of the season. It's not too cold, and that't the big break and the last month you get to enjoy school before the Angry Final Monster comes along. And your parents and teachers are its minions. No offence, but there is a certain way to study, and it is NOT reading mindlessly every hour of every single day in Feb (yeah, that's what it actually is) and subconsciously mugging half the thing up, but feeding it into your head with a certain interest that only occurs when you read it less often, and out of boredom, not to induce sleep. Which is rare, I'm sure, but it works for me. It's the same thing when you read fiction. You don't study it like in detail, but it goes into your head nonetheless. That's because your brain works in a slightly different way when you're concentrating with a different edge.
     Well, I'll conclude my lecture. Another reason why I like Feb is because of the Aquarius sign, people born under which I tend to mostly like. Oh,whatever.
                        
I have been unsuccessful, as always, in contributing to the school magazine. It never strikes me to write when I want to and there is an actual deadline. Speaking of which, can anyone suggest a topic (in the form of a comment, email or FB wall post) for me to write about, that is, if you want me to write about it, and by the deadline that is TOMORROW (Feb 3rd)?!!! Will You Stay (Check older posts) is sort of personal and isn't in any way school related.

Do any of you like Hard by Rihanna? Well I sort of liked the video and the song is highly electronically exciting, even though it hasn't got any intelligible lyrics or up-to-Rihanna-mark vocals, and that it sort of insults bloggers. But I suggest cause it's a fun song, and people don't mind a little excitement now and then. Other than that, I suggest Russian Roulette and Fire Bomb from the same album, Rated R.

I'm really bored and well, I don't know much why, but I better go and worship what I need to. 10 points for guessing, Goodbye, and good night.

Shifting...

SORRY I'M MOVING!!!
I will miss Blogger. Really. Infatuation for cyberbeings. Thanks a lot, followers, but now we've upgraded to a site. SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Visit:

http://www.flickfl.webs.com/

Thank you. Hope you like it!

Continuing...

Shoot. That Mason font thing didn't work. Should've known. I was using Windows Live Writer. Still, it's beautiful and you better download it. Anyway, there's a huuuge fandom for Pery Jackson at school, and please leave a comment if you are a fan. Yeah.
  ....So that is really kinda sad when you discover unexplainable powers that you never got to use. And when you discover your powers, you are carted off to camp, where you are trained for battle and heroism. You stay in the Hermes cabin (the Messenger God) until you are claimed by your parent, as Hermes isn't very picky. He's a nice guy, that one. He helped Percy on his journey to the Sea of Monsters. I really don't know what more to say. But the book is a good read for modern fantasy/fiction lovers as well as mythologically obsessed people. It has a lot of references to modern daily life. I'll bring them to life when there's enough bijli. Bye!