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OR you could let your imagination run wild and use BOTH of them!
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OR you could be the super cool kid and use BOTH! B)
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Hello again machas! =D So as it is, I went for a photowalk with two pretty people[Read Diwita and Dipnaa] today. Here's a little heads up. If you ever want to go for a photo walk, Jamali kamali Mosque is NOT the place to be. :| Pretty damn disappointing, if you ask me! :/ Here are a few shots from the day. Do me let me know what you think about them, yeah? :*
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Hello there machas! =D There's a surprise for you guys! :* You can choose between two elements today, OR use them both and write something! :) The first one is a dialogue from one of my all time favorite movies, Inception :)
The inspiration for today is :
Don't you want to take a leap of faith? Or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone!
- Saito [Inception]
OR
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Loads of love,
RU =D
My Post:
He took a deep, deep breath. And as he stood right on edge, thousands of meters above solid ground, he questioned his decision one last time. Before the question had even firmly formed in his head, his heart responded reflexively. "This is it.", he thought to himself.
Life hadn't been all that fair to him, and he knew for a fact that this was the only way. The last resort. The best option. Either he could choose to stick to his decision, or regret not having taken the leap of faith, and eventually die of old age, all alone in the house of his ancestors.
He wondered whether all that crap about one's life flashing before one's eyes was actually true, wondered whether SHE would approve of this,smiled a bit and stepped off the edge., fear evident in his eyes.
It felt effortless, almost as if he was flying. He waited for images from his past to torment him, but all he felt was utter peace. Things on the ground seemed to be getting clearer. . . and clearer. . . and clearer and THAT is when the chord tightened!
Her beautiful blue eyes, now the size of tennis balls, wide with amazement and shock were all he could see, and all his doubts about his decision vanished into nothingness. For once, he didn't care about the thirty odd people around them, who were staring with their mouths open at the man who'd just fallen from the sky. He didn't care about his serious commitment issues, or about public display of affection. All he cared about was her beautiful blue eyes , and her pretty little face which had the most hilariously confused look on it. He laughed out loud and finally blurted out "Will you marry me?"
Hello folks! Sorry for the lame post today!. This what being neck deep in work+badly formed ideas do to you! :"( Will be back with something better tomorrow, okay?
Till then you can read a much MUCH better post by Joyee at Bittersweet Symphony. THIS is what she wrote! Welcome back, kiddo! :)
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I'm really sorry but I think it's pretty damn cool =P AND interesting :)
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XXX
Hello there! :* I have a LOT of studying to do! Hence I'll be updating MY post early today. However, keep your bloglinks flowing! [Who am I kidding. there hardly have been any :| ]. So yeah, you guys still have to send me your bloglinks by 1 am. Waiting :)
My Post:
"Silent night. . ."
She wiped the dagger with her free hand.
". . . Holy night. . ."
She flung the bloodstained axe in one fluid motion.
". . . All is calm. . ."
She stepped over a smashed head.
". . .All is bright."
She stood for a while and admired her masterpiece.
"Oh look! it's Icky Becky!"
"Icky becky, are you wearing your momma's nightgown to school today?"
"Give me an aaaaai! Give me a ceeee! Give me a kaaaay! Give me a ...."
Who would have thought simply walking through a school corridor could be such an ordeal for a fifteen year old. But Becky was used to it. She was used to the glares, the stares, the hurtful comments. And as every eyeball turned in her direction this morning, each person coming up with one "witty" remark after the other, Becky didn't really care. She was headed towards the school Auditorium with a certain sense of purpose. Choir performances had always enthralled her, and she was really looking forward to the carols they were going to sing for the audience that day. They were going to wear tiny Father Christmas hats, and pretty white dresses, and sing five carols back to -
"Hey Ickiness! Where do you think YOU'RE going?" Her train of thought was interrupted by the daily shenanigans of Ellen and gang. Popular, pretty, and undeniably slutty, Ellen and gang were the typical cheerleaders of high school. And for some unknown reason, they considered little Becky their obvious punching bag.
Trying to pretend as if she wasn't aware of their presence, Becky hurried along the corridor, only to have her path blocked by a long, over exposed leg. "I said, WHERE do you think YOU'RE going?" "Th-the au-audi" "THE AUDITORIUM?", Ellen thundered. "Who gave you the right to fuck up Christmas eve for all of us every single year with your obnoxious singing?". But before Becky could come up with a suitable reply on the lines of "Your highness. . .", she realized she was being dragged away from the auditorium. And that she was being dragged by her pretty little ponytail. The cheerleaders burst into malicious laughter, while Becky struggled to release herself from Ellen's tight grasp. But Ellen didn't let go of her till they reached the deserted third floor girl's loo.Three hours later, Becky was found unconscious, her mouth covered using her own sock,tied to one of the pipes with her pretty white dress, which couldn't be called pretty or white anymore. . . .
She felt the roots of her hair shriek out with agony as she cut, tore and carved tonight. She felt her wrists burning up with pain as she smashed limbs, and heard them pleading for mercy, right outside the third floor girl's washroom. And as the 400+ gathering in the school auditorium waited for American Idol winner Becky Bennet to perform on the night of the 15th school reunion, Becky decided to put up a pending performance for four pairs of broken and torn apart limbs and smashed heads, A smile of sheer satisfaction spread across her face as she sang. . .
[ You can expect another Potter related post soon ;) ]
Talking of which, how many of you joined Pottermore? =D Tell me your User names now now NOW =D
Anyhoo,
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My Post:
You're still here. Though I can't sense your presence anymore, I know you're watching over me. Watching over us. Better place or not, I sincerely wish you were around.
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My Post:
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here....
"Let me roll a joint for you, brother?". I stared at it, and it stared back at me. I took a deep breath. And apparently, that didn't help my case in any way whatsoever, considering the fact that the entire room was encompassed by menacing clouds of greyish smoke. Stainedyellowpieceofpaperwithablackenedend. "That is all it is,okay?" The voice in my head disagreed vehemently, and I was reminded of last Summer, when I had been the one raising that very question in front of several "newbies". Last summer. . .
"Is it just me, or is Floyd ACTUALLY sounding better?" Numerous chuckles, followed by snorts. "Ha! Like that's even possible!" But I had moved on to something else altogether, already. For starters, despite the fact that I had just consumed an extra large Barney's Best hot dog, my stomach felt like a bottomless chasm. What the hell was that all about? My brain had burst out of my skull and was floating somewhere mid air. I watched it perform back flips and summersaults, and heard someone giggling like a girl. Naw, that was just me. Did I usually sound like that? I really needed to start checking myself. In the mean time, my brain had smashed back into my head with considerable force, and apparently, it had enhanced my listening skills. I smiled, and began air guitaring for some very weird reason, and each and every note of the number playing in the background sounded crystal clear.
This wasn't one day. This was every single day without fail, during the month of May. And this was actually the best case scenario. What had happened over the month shook me pretty bad, and it took me the rest of the year to get my life on track. And now all of a sudden, I was back in the same room, with the same people, the same Floyd numbers, and the same rolled up, stained yellow sheets of paper. . .
Hello fellas! This post is sort of incomplete, cause while writing it, I realized I couldn't really hastily conclude this one. So I'm going to sit and think about all the possible conclusions to this story and get back to you. In return, you must answer one question for me. Y U NO SEND ME YOUR BLOGLINKS NO MORE? :(
Mindblowing May is a week old already,eh? =D
Sooo I chose two pictures for today's post! =D And though they're quite similar, you can use one of them OR be super experimental and use both! That's up to you! :)
The pictures for today are:
OR/AND
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My Post:
They were quarreling over some petty issue again.They were like two tigresses at each other's throats, waiting to find a loophole in each other's arguments. Oh little Sophie had inherited her fathers foul temper right from the beginning. Her mother on the other hand had developed it over time. Life and it's ordeals had taken a toll on her, and aggression had become her defense mechanism. It was a difficult world out there for a single mother, trying to tackle a rebellious teenage daughter, along with a dozen other responsibilities, along with ensuring food and shelter for them both.
Like every other night, he stood right there, on the same spot, watching them trying to resolve their day to day altercations. The topic of discussion tonight seemed to be some sort of vacation. Only Sophie wasn't willing to take it with her mother. "You listen to me young lady. You're just 16, do you realize that? Stop trying to grow up so fast!" "I'm sixteen mother,not SIX!" "How is that even a valid point?" "What do YOU know about valid points. Not like you've ever made one!" "You watch your tone with me Sophie Mills or you'll regret opening your mouth in the first place" "You know I really don't get what the problem with you is. Why can't you simply accept the fact that I'm old enough to take care of myself? I know dad would!" That did it. The living room at the Mills' was enveloped in a sheet of deathly silence, and a wave of guilt washed over him. If he had a heart, it would have burst open with pain. For he was long gone, and this, this pitiful existence was just like an imprint of the man he once was, on the face of the Earth. Or maybe, just maybe, all the guilt, all the regret prevented him from moving on, to what many people called an afterlife. Either way, Joseph Mills could be found outside 11 Brook Drive, watching over his torn apart family, every single night.
He did his bit, every now and then. Caused a power cut when they were in the middle of a heated argument, rang their doorbell and simply stood in the doorway while Jody looked right through him into the street, you know, little things like that which made them forget the series of bitter retorts they had lined up for each other. But he knew for a fact that power cuts and doorbells would never fill the void that was created by the absence of the man of the household.
He tried to make himself feel better about himself at times by concluding that he had no other option but to walk out of their lives. To walk out of his own life. But he'd always been a man of morals, and he knew deep within that there was always, always an option. And walking out on family was never one. He had his reasons for committing the heinous act of self destruction, reasons his loving wife and young daughter were unaware of till date.
Only a few moments had passed, and Jody had recovered. "Sophie. Go to your room" "But. . ." "Sophie. NOW." The look on her mother's face was enough to tell little Sophie that her mother was not in the mood for arguments. He wished he could reach out. He wished he could comfort her in any way possible, wished he could tell her to take it slow. He watched through the window as Jody tried to regain her composure, restore the mask that had fallen in a jiffy. His heart reached out for her,and the drapes fluttered. Sensing the presence of her late husband of eighteen years, Jody whispered half heartedly into the darkness. "Jose? Is that you?" In an instant, her guard fell, and Joseph watched his wife weep miserably.
She cried to her heart's content, while he watched helplessly. That night, she walked into her daughter's room, watched her furious little angel sleep for a while and hugged her tight. Tomorrow would be a different day in every sense of the word, a new beginning. And because he had reached out to her, she would reach out for the only family she had left. And make it work :)
You can read about Mindblowing May HERE
Today's inspiration is not a picture. Not a song. Not a GIF.
Today's inspiration is:
"For you, a thousand times over"
These are words from one of my all time favorite books, The Kite runner :) [By Khaled Hosseini] Be inspired, people! :)
You can use this as a stimulus and write a post. OR click a picture. OR sing about it[Don't forget to upload the audio,okay? =P] Do ANYTHING. Just be inspired :) And don't worry about joining in the middle of the month. You can join whenever you want :) Mail your bloglinks to me at hellotheremachas@gmail.com I'll be updating this post by the end of the day with the bloglinks of the people who joined me, as well as my own post.
Sorry for the delay guys! :'( Entrances and shit. You understand, right? :/
And today's inspiration is:
Join me, you guys? :)
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My Post:
In his hoary hands
And folded features,I see
A world of wisdom
So as you can see, here is my first ever attempt at writing a Haiku. I'm not even sure whether it actually is one [ =P ] , but since I tried out the syllable pattern of 5-7-5, let's hope it worked out,eh? =P
Do tell me what you think about it :)
Sooo the Mindblowing people who joined me for Mindblowing May, day five are:
Personally, I really like this one a lot =D Hope you guys do too :)
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My Post:
Sooo I thought for today's post, I won't "Write" wala write something. Just blabber on. Lol jk, I just couldn't think of something good enough =P Basically, the GIF you see above completely describes my present state! In fact, it's been that way since a very long time. My little grey cells have been dormant since the longest time possible, and my creativity had most definitely gone for a long long vacation. Till the time I actually pulled up my socks and decided to put something together for my oldest friend's eighteenth. Fifteen bloody years. Long time, eh?
I came up with several layouts, most of which were tossed in the nearest wastepaper basket. Many printouts were taken, several had to be crushed, some were considered acceptable and then finally after quite a number of hit and trials, I came up with a layout that I really liked. So the "dimaag ki batti" finally "jalofied" and I figured out something that my friend of fifteen years truly deserved after tolerating all my shenanigans! =P
I started off with. . . .
. . . . the print outs that I did NOT crush =P
Went on to. . . .
. . . well, random shit. . =P
And then. . . .
. . . . VOILA! =D
AND guess what? She loved it! =D Happys the endings, no? =D
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