Resurrection.

You'd think I was rotting in the lowest pit of hell.
Fortunately, I've actually been bubbling at the bottom of a cauldron full of awesomeness. :D
Geez who am I kidding, my life absolfuckinglutely sucks.
Meet Ruhani C. 5'2[Don't roll your eyes, contrary to popular perception, I am NOT 4'2. -.-] Fair. Belonging to a Punjabi family settled in Delhi.
No I am not 25 and no I am not getting married. There is just nothing more to me than THIS anymore. "Happy Roo" is nothing short of a legend now, and the sound of my own laughter surprises me. I am easily confused, perennially frustrated, and surprisingly lonely for a person who is constantly surrounded by a hell lot of people. I isolate myself when in doubt, break things when I am pissed off, get nasty when preoccupied.
The end of the world, Y U NO COME ALREADY?
I am not the biggest fan of change, and everything around me is changing so rapidly, leaving me out of breath ,desperately trying to keep up. Old relationships crumbling, new ones disappointing me in every sense of the word. Breakdowns come to me as naturally as sneezing fits and their frequency is increasing at an unprecedented rate.

All those people who were insisting on me getting back on Blogger, not so happy about me getting back, are you now? :P
BUT having said all of that, I am going to be happy. This new person, I don't like her. Not one fucking bit. That happy-go-lucky person who didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone has got to get back, and that too with a with a BigBloodyBang! So I'm going to dance, and blog, and jog, and smile, and laugh, and chatter on, and do every single thing that I love to do. Every single thing that made me ME. So move over unsuccessful friendships, and unjust companions and terminated love stories. I may not have stability or love in my life right now, but I sure have hope in my heart. :)
WHAT DOES A GIRL HAVE TO DO TO GET A HUG AROUND HERE? :|
Sitting, waiting, wishing.
Roo.

Din hai suhana aj pehli taareek hai! :D

Hello, peeps! :D
It's been a long time since I received one, so YAY! :D
So thank you Ajay for introducing me to another word of the German language. And for the award, ofcourse :D

As you guys know, with an award comes the tedious task of following the rules and shizz. SIGH.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
I love following the damn rules! :D It's just so freaking interesting! I love filling questionnaires, in school I always volunteered to be the subject for the Pychology practicals, and as a kid, I absolutely LOVED filling slambooks! So much so, that I once actually filled the last page of my own! :D I'm sexy and I know it! B)

Anyhoo, I've been awarded the. . .

. . . award! :D Woohoooo!

The rules are something like:

1. 
    If you are tagged/nominated, you have to post 11 facts about yourself.
2.  Then you answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you and make 11 questions for the people you are going to tag.
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers.
4. Tell the people you tagged that you did.

11 things you might not know about me:

1. I LOVE surprises. Like absofuckinglutely LOVE them! Wanna find your name in my good books? SURPRISE ME! :D

2. Presently, I desperately want a hot pair of red pumps. Wanna make it to my list of top ten people? Surprise me. Then go ahead and surprise me by getting me a pair of red pumps! :D

3. I am disappointed by the fact that there'll be no cute guys in my college[Oh didn't I tell you? I got into Sushant School of Arts and Architecture. :) ]

4. I LOVE dogs! Infact, I want a Cocker Spaniel or a Golden Retriever so freaking badly, it's not even funny! :|

5. I am totally freaking out about college. Everybody is hell bent on scaring me out of my wits by telling me that Architecture is going to kill my social life, will make sure that I never dance again. You know, stuff like that. I feel like running away, screaming, in the opposite direction. :| Ugh!

6. I was in the Basketball team for four years of my school life, and that's probably the only sport that I think iIcan't EVER play! :P

7. JOHNMAYERJOHNMAYERJOHNMAYER! <3 Nuff said.

8. I'm whatsapping with my mother right now. Too cool she is. [Sense the sarcasm, kindly. :P ]

9. I despise Honey Singh. I've been listening to "Main sharaabi" [From Cocktail. SHITTY MOVIE ALERT.] since 11 in the morning. ON REPEAT. Kill me, please?

10. I know the entire rap portion of Angrezi Beat[Again, Cocktail. WUACK]. If you haven't killed me yet, do the honors? PLEASE?

11. I'M SO FREAKING PROUD OF BEING A PUNJABI, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!

Acha bas, done.

Eleven Questions for me:

1. If you were given one wish, what would that be ? : That I am able to learn and master 10 dance forms before I die!
2. Which place do you wish to visit the most? : Bilbao. Only so that I can sit and click a million pictures of Guggenheim Spain. <3
3. If somehow you became the President, what would be the first thing you would do ? :The President of India is pretty much a dummy, so I don't think the position would give me much power anyway. :|
4. Your favourite author ? : Dan Brown. [He REALLY needs to write a new book. ASAP. I miss him. :| ]
5. How much does blogging mean to you? : Surprisingly, a lot, even after the huge break that I took. this is MY SPACE. The only place in the whole wide world where I can do as I please. This space IS me.
6. What is the best thing that has happened to you? : Anmol. :)
7. Would you give away everything for something you love doing? : I would have, if I could have. 
8. What is the one thing you would like to get from life? : Peace of mind. AND a bit of justice.
9. What would you do if you won a million dollars ? : First reaction? SHOP SHOP SHOPPITY SHOP! :D But on second thoughts, I probably would sit and plan what to spend where. Yes, i HAVE grown up. :)
10. What is your Life's Motto ? : I actually don't have one! I am the most random, happy-go-lucky, without a care in the world type of person in the world at present!
11. How stupid and lame are the questions ? : On a scale of one to ten, ten being the lamest, I'd say 5! :P

Eleven questions FROM me! :

1. The CRAZIEST thing that you've ever done?

2. If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

3. If the average human lifespan was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
4. If you could break one law, which one would that be?
5. What do you do, that you think, makes you different from everyone else?
6. Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really think it makes the elevator move faster? :P
7. If you were standing on stage, unaware that hundreds of people were watching you, what would you have done?
8. Who do you think is the sexiest person alive? [Please avoid mentioning me. Obvious facts don't need to be reiterated. :P ]
9. Who would you rather date. A worried genius or a joyous simpleton?
10. If you were stranded on an island, which three things would you like to have in your bag?
11. What is your first impression of me/this blog? [Muhahahaha. oh how I love being the evil bitch, the mother of all conspiracies and controversies! :D ]


ALSO, if you don't have anything else on the planet that you need to do, consider answering the following questions:
1. What happens when you get "half scared to death" twice?
2. Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?
3. If all the world's a stage, then where does the audience sit?
4. Why are all the alphabets in the order in which they are? is it because it's a song?
5. If you write a book about failure and it doesn't sell, will it be called a success?
6. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
7. What if Batman gets bitten by a vampire?


Please don't send hatemail to me? :P


Anyhoo, the fantabulous people that I would like to present this award to are:


Aesthetic Blasphemy


Pagal hain kya?


Nil

Sour canvas

The Voice In My Head

The Life Of Oblivion

Are you listening?

Icemaiden

In my words....



Muse-Ment

Sensitive Chaos

Somewhere over the rainbow, SAM B lies..

That's it for today folks!
Much love,
ROO! :*

Hello, Annoying.

There is ALWAYS THAT person. That person who makes you wanna smash his/her head on a glass window, the moment you set your eyes on them. Being the temperamental freak that I am, I have always had one or two such people in my life. In the past my faulty judgement may have caused me to dislike an individual for no apparent reason, but I'd like to believe that NOW at least, I'm smart enough to have a certain set of concrete reasons for wishing every night that a certain person would simply vanish from the face of the Earth. Like POOF.
 For years, I believed that I was protective about certain people, certain things, certain activities. But the past few months have made me realize how particularly protective I am of MYSELF. Confused? Well so am I, in a way. But one thing that I know for sure is that come what may, I would NOT appreciate/allow it if a certain individual was hell bent on becoming ME! I am no angel, definitely not some sort of Little Miss Perfect. Nor do I have an enviable life/lifestyle. Hell, I probably have more flaws in my system than Lindsay Lohan! [Okay that MAY BE a teeny weeny bit of an exaggeration, but whatever!] But despite the fact that I probably am Satan's distant cousin, I do not want a second me roaming around on the streets! And definitely not anywhere near me, cause being the hot head that I am, the repercussions could me monstrous!
And hence, if there's a certain individual who wishes that my friends were their's, my words were their's, hell, even my EMOTICONS were their's, i'd like to know if this is reason enough to wish that I was on a separate planet all together. Pretentiousness is very well a punishable offence in Ruchopland[Yes, i just came up with that. Bitch please.], and on top of that if suddenly you think aping me is the best[est] idea there ever was , you're in for trouble. Please, go find a certain sense of individuality.
When in the 7th grade, under the "Your motto in life" section in my Slambooks, my friends wrote things like "Be yourself" and "I am what I am", I often laughed out loud and wondered how somebody could possibly be anybody but themselves! It is now that I realize that my dimwitted friends [Read:Pranav xD] were probably smarter when it came to all this, than I was. So hello, there's one thing you should know. If you did the things that you are doing presently back in the 8th or 9th grade, I probably wouldn't have been so mad. Because I am well aware of the fact that phase is when kids are writing things like "So-and-and-so-person ROXX" on all their bags and shirts and Facebook pages, and unintentionally picking up their friends habits[Ashna would know what I mean. Our handwritings(if at all that's a word) were practically the same through middle and most part of senior school, and I probably picked up more of her habits than my mother's]. Because hey, that's where the entire trying-to-find-their-THANG/identity/place in the world thing comes into play. So well, it's pretty much understandable. But THIS is not. Being a person of their age, trying to be who they're not is not healthy behavior. Trying to portray who they're not in front of the whole wide world is NOT healthy behavior. Living in a parallel universe/creating stories about themselves which are not true is NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR. And on top of that, fuck healthy behavior, trying to kill my buzz by suddenly befriending/stalking[you can add following on twitter/blogger to that list] my friends, adopting my habits, my salutation(s), expressions(beat that!), THE FREAKING WAY THAT I AM, is absolutely OBNOXIOUS behavior. No matter how fucked up, how idiotic, how insane I am, nobody else freaking has the right to try to be me! I own copyrights, bitches!
So please, if you're facing an individuality crisis or if you're still the kid from middle school trying to discover who you truly are, my sincere condolences are all I can offer. A smile, a shoulder to cry on, a promise of life long friendship? In your dreams, bitch!

For the rest of you who're absolutely wonderful just the way you are[and that's why i love you/follow you/adore your posts] a big BIG hug for all the welcome messages on my pehle se pehle wala post and all the  wonderful things that you said on the previous one. I genuinely hope that I don't let you down by not fighting back and getting back to who I was. A dancer by heart. :)
Now relieved after ranting my heart out,
Roo. :)

That feeling of emptiness.

My heart is a bottomless chasm. And I seem to keep falling in it. Over and over again.
I keep groping for something to hold helplessly, while I fall, slowly and surely. But I know for a fact that the things and people that once helped me keep my feet on terra firma are either gradually walking out, or are just beyond my reach now.
Just when I think I've found my place in this world, just when I experience a moment of sheer bliss, something or the other makes me realize that happiness for me is just a momentary phenomenon. Maybe I over think things. Maybe I try to read between the lines when there's actually nothing there for me to read. Or maybe I just have waaay too much spare time at the moment. And I'm sure you know all about the connection between idle minds and the devil.
So maybe crying out loud after watching a movie from the Step Up series, or an episode of So You Think You Can Dance is abnormal behavior. It's a pity that's all that comes naturally to me now. What else is one supposed to do when after years of knowing that Dancing is actually what defines you, you're told that you probably won't ever dance in life again? What else am I supposed to do when even after paying for my dance classes for almost 7 years, my mother thinks that dancing was the reason for my academic downfall in the 11th and 12th grade? WHAT exactly am I supposed to do NOW, when I KNOW that all those years of dance training have been wiped from my body's memory in just a matter of one and a half years? I cannot BEGIN to describe this feeling. It's like I don't know who I am anymore. There was ONE thing I could do. One thing I was actually known for. I had my share of ups and downs and through everything, dance was always there for me. I danced to express every emotion possible. It helped me out with my temper issues, it cheered me up when I thought life really wasn't worth living. In the outside world I was yet another face in the crowd. but in the dance class I was SOMEBODY. I want to be THAT somebody again. Pray for me, please?

Just a lost soul swimming in a fish bowl...

And then, I stopped writing all together.
THE END.
OR not?
At times all you need is a "I've read your blog a couple of times" to get you going.
Nothing's really changed. I still have nothing to talk about. I still have no fresh ideas in my head for a short tale or one of those vile posts that this blog is so (in)famous for. But you know what? I really don't care. Cause this is where I TALK. This is my voice, and I miss this feeling of being able to communicate with people who live next door, as well as people on a different continent all together. I miss you, blog. I miss typing ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie in my search bar. I miss people agreeing to the random thoughts that I decided to type down, and the healthy criticism that they offered now and then. HELLO FELLOW BLOGGERS. I haven't forgotten you, nuh uh. Nil, I miss being totally taken aback by the awesomeness, for the lack of a better word, of your posts. Peabee I miss that charm of every post of yours, your effortless humor. Vanta, your mindblowing art, Diwi the honesty of your posts. Kanika, the vibrancy of your blog and the utter simplicity, both on the same page. Enchanta and D2, those striking tales that are impossible to ignore. And EVERYONE else as well. DAMN, I miss this space. And you know exactly what I say when I am in a situation like this?
I say BLAHOO.
So hey folks! I am going to back soon enough. Probably not with a bang, but I am going to be back to find my place in this little world of ours which we proudly call the Blogosphere.
Till then,
You know you love me,
xoxo
Gossip Girl.
NAW! I'm just fucking around with you.
I love you peeps!
Roo Roo ROO! <3

Mindblowing May:Day EIGHTEEN =D

Hello there machas! :)

You can read about MM HERE

Today's inspiration is:

What a beauty, she is :)

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.

MIndblowing May:Day Seventeen! B)

Well hello there, my loyal stalkers! =D

How're you all doing today eh?

Day seventeen is here, so buckle up and join me! ;)

[You can read about MM HERE]

Today's inspiration is:

OR, you could also use. . .

OR you could let your imagination run wild and use BOTH of them!

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.