Dizzying wash of colour

Summer break is so close, I can almost taste it.

Only almost, though. :|

[images from weheartit]

Delhi, O Delhi

English assignment. 'Nuff said.

Delhi. It is a riveting amalgam of the old and new, the borrowed and the original, the traditional and the offbeat. But what is Delhi beyond crumbling bureaucratic edifices, infamous traffic jams and the occasional whiff of roadside ‘dhaba’ fare? It is continually surging, growing and morphing into a city of tomorrow. With a burgeoning populace pouring in from nearly every corner of our nation, calling Delhi an urban settlement is an underestimation of its true magnitude and potential. It is the iconic post-colonial city of India, preserving our national heritage. While at the same time, Delhi serves as a home for outward-looking people and acts as a platform for the blossoming of ‘Youngistaan’- the so-called new generation. Today’s Delhi reflects an ethos of dynamism and exuberance, constantly embracing new ideas with verve and vitality. This cosmopolitan prowess comes from its inhabitants. From the opulence of prosperous businessmen, diplomats and expatriates to humble refugees and the quintessential middle-class masses- a varied mix of people all thrown into an area of 1483 square miles. But ofcourse, every metropolis comes with its fair share of the good, the bad and the downright ugly. In the convoluted, inextricable labyrinth that is the conurbation of Delhi, they may be the very same thing. For example, the introduction of the Delhi Metro at long last, greatly simplifies commuting. On the other hand, it eats into the open space, or lack thereof, and is a blatant eyesore as the ‘Under Construction’ fences gradually adhere to the existing milieu of skyscrapers alongside slums.

A megalopolis of contrasts, to live in the city of Delhi is to make a tryst with a perplexing patchwork of cultures and ethnicities and firm convention co-existing with unremitting innovation. It always presents a cornucopia of experiences to delve into and challenges to face. Despite shortcomings on a number of fronts, it epitomizes the undying Indian spirit. Lastly, to sum up the city of Delhi in a handful of words- a work in progress- much like every living organism, constantly developing and evolving.

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Feel free to comment :)

[Please do NOT plagiarize. I will find out and hunt you down]

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-Aarohi Narain

You move slow like daytime drama, you do.

[image from tumblr]

I've been feeling UBER sluggish lately. Hence the lack of new posts.

Do I have to get into work mode again?

DO I REALLY? :|

I will get a truckload of work done.

Nada.

I will wake up early.

Nada.

I will multi-task.

Nada.

I will not get distracted.

MAJOR NADA.

I can't believe it's been nearly a week since I haven't even stepped out of the house! I mean, not even my terrace! I've been boarding up the windows with cushions.

TOO MUCH SUNLIGHT.

* shrivels and turns to dust a la vampire *

Not that I'm much of a winter person, though. Can't we just have some temperate, mild weather? Would it kill the sun to just dial back on the shiny-ness?

Oh and 10.10.10 :)

An experimental piece.

Lemme know what you think! :)

It was all an emerald blur. She was running so fast that the entire green landscape merged into one seamless stretch. Thorns ripped at her flesh. Rough stones chafed her feet. Her white dress was in tatters. She ran until she was sure she’d lost him somewhere in the dense foliage. She pictured his face twisted in a look of horror, resting in a ravine. Just then, large hands wrapped around her shoulders and yanked her backwards. She fell and hit her head. Her vision was momentarily blotted out with ugly inky spots. But even then, she knew it was him. It was the same pair of hands that had held onto hers when she was learning to ride a bicycle. It was the same face that smiled with pride at her first solo harp performance. But now his hands were rough and his mouth turned into a snarl.

He eyed her white dress. “You’ll look pretty in red, don’t you think?” He grimaced, positioning his gun. Without wasting a second, he pulled the trigger.

Eruve launched out of bed, struggling with the duvet. Her matted hair stuck to her forehead. She looked around her bedroom and everything looked normal.

“Just a nightmare.” She murmured to herself and went back to sleep.

She awoke the next morning, fully recovered from the horrible nightmare. She saw her father reading the newspaper.

“Good morning, dear. I thought I’d let you sleep in on your birthday. But since you’re awake, why don’t you go and try on your special birthday gown!” He smiled.

As Eruve excitedly walked into her parents’ room, she saw it lying on the dresser.

Her father called out from the next room, “You’ll look pretty in red, don’t you think?”

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Save fuel, don't go to school

Oh crap.

School's started.

*BOO*

*chokes*

*grips rail*

*faints*

*is revived*

*faints again*

*coughs*

*dies*

Chuck world peace, we need to make school more fun by all means. (I swear I didn't mean that to sorta rhyme) Hopefully, I won't be sticking around to watch the education system deplete further and further.I'm going to do the world [and my blog followers] a favour and NEVER, and I mean NEVER, speak of it again.

It'll just make the world a better place to live in, trust me.

PTM over. And I mean O-V-U-R.

I'm finally FREEEEEEEE!

*jumps around like a hyperactive kangaroo*

And what could be better? It's Friday.

Oh yes, you know what that means.

:D

"Today is Friday, it is my day to disappear

To kings and queens and make-believe and the demons in my head"

(Friday by Goldspot)

Could it be that the anticipation of summer is better than the actual thing?

...

NAH.

Summer is going to be fab because freedom is fab.

:-)

The sunrise beat us to sleep, we didn't wanna go home so we slept on the beach

Well today was the last day of school before S-U-M-M-E-R. *sniff*

Haha! Yeah, right! I'm freakin' ECSTATIC that it's over for now. :D

Ok maybe I'll miss it just a little bit. [but that's as far as I'm pushing it! :P]

Last summer was a mess. A complete and utter mess. But also, it was also a lotta fun.

I look back to that one and only summertime that there was... a change of mood, let's call it.

Ok fine! It was a MISTAKE.

But isn't that what summer is all about? :-)

"We were just kids in love,

The summer was full of mistakes we wouldn't learn from"

(Kids In Love by Mayday Parade)

I can think of bazillions of other songs which have oodles and oodles of S-U-M-M-E-R in 'em.

=D

I'll save those for the 104 (67) days of summer vacation.

:P

We say summer holds such wonderful things

I'm back. xD And loving it!

Now I only I have to get through the dreaded *PTM* somehow and then it's...

S-U-M-M-E-R!

:D

Ah... I can't wait for it!

In fact, I've even been counting down to it on every plain surface I'm able to find. :P

(I'll spare this one)

Nothing to do

Nowhere to be

A simple little kind of free

Nothing to do

No one but me

And that's all I need...

(Perfectly Lonely by John Mayer)

Which reminds me, why has Mayer never had a successful relationship?

I mean, have you SEEN the lyrics of "Your Body Is A Wonderland"? :P

In case you haven't, here's the link- http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john+mayer/your+body+is+a+wonderland_10152599.html

DEFINITELY worth looking at.

;D

Why hello there, you.

[Yes, you! Who else?]

Adieu, dear blog.

I hope you understand how much it pains me to do this.

I will see you in the sultry month of May.

Or maybe a little sooner, you never know with me. ;)

Oh yeah, S-U-M-M-E-R!

:D

Wake me up when April ends...

Don't forget to S-M-I-L-E

See.

Even your cereal's doing it! :)

Ugh.

This month is going to be OOZING disgusting things I prefer not to even mention.

All the crazy shenanigans.

*ouch*

My head hurts just thinking about it.

And... then!

Poof!

It's summer vacations!

Sadly, not a 104 days of it (Phineas & Ferb!) but oh well.

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

:)

"More than anything I want to see you, girl

Take a glorious bite out of the whole world"

(You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol)

Here's something I wrote for school. (it's one of 'em things I don't find all that pointless)

:P

Half an hour after the car had been driven away, the garage owner made a startling discovery. He rushed to the telephone and quickly dialled the emergency number.

"Hello? Yes, 112 Ocean Avenue. There's been a car theft." He spoke worriedly into the receiver.

Within minutes, there was a police official at his door. There was something strange about the way he coolly made his way across the room. As the police officer finished interrogating him concerning the stolen car, he began to inspect the garage. There was a strong odor of burnt rubber. Skid marks ran right across the vinyl floor. Placed next to a 1980’s Cadillac was a small black, nondescript backpack.

“Is this yours?” asked the police officer, calm and distant.

“No, sir.” Said the garage owner, increasingly perturbed by the night’s incidents.

The police officer mumbled something to himself in a foreign tongue. Carefully, he lifted the backpack in one hand, examining it closely. There was nothing unusual about it on the outside. He began unzipping it. Out came a knife, glinting under the flash of the torchlight. The knife was nothing like anything the garage owner had ever seen but it was unmistakable that the peculiar police officer recognized it. The intensity with which he looked at it was as though he knew of the secrets the knife held in its well-crafted folds of carbon-steel. Before the garage owner could comprehend what was happening, the police officer lashed out with the knife and slit his throat in one swift movement, with ninja-like skill.

Unruffled by the crime he’d just committed, the police officer shed his uniform to reveal a shiny, sharkskin suit underneath. He quickly checked the hidden pockets of the bag and nodded- everything was there, just as he'd hoped. He slung the backpack across his shoulder and in his right hand gripped the deadly knife, just in case he might need it again. Having severed his left little finger for the boss as an indication that he'd completed a task, he was having a little trouble with the cell phone. When he was finally able to take it out, he smiled smugly, punching in the number.

“Yeah. I got the bag with the weapons. The diversion worked fabulously!

The garage owner? Oh he won’t be divulging any information,” he sniggered.

“I told you I’d make a great Yakuza.”

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