Vivacious Inspirit

Books. Stories. Novels. Tales. Apart from music, the other thing I can't live without are books. I love reading. Diving into the world of enchantments, fantasies filled with faeries and magic and hidden powers or those with mysteries and clues and justice and romance..... *sighs*. I am lost in the genres of the books available in this world. I love to read. When I was young (young er.  get it? lol), I was so proud of myself that I was a book nerd (Let me tell you in advance that this was because I had read all the Harry Potter books and some of the books in my school library). Little did I know that there was a whole other world out there filled with so many amazing books, full of other worlds and such fantastic characters that (now) keep me awake at night. I should reiterate that I am not bragging about my reading capabilities. Hell no. Compared to the wise people out there who have read, like 600 books roughly ( goodreads stalking) I am nowhere. My reading list is no...

Helloooooooo, How are you today? How was your Sun Day? You probably were pulled along for some stupid function of some far relative whose name you don't even know, right? *laughs* No. I seriously understand that. The plight of having a huge number of relatives which results in no-free-sundays. Anyway, I've wanted to talk about this for a long long time and now that I'm here in Mysuru, I think it's time. The traffic police here are super strict. Or they can't wait to stuff their pockets with money. (I think it is the latter) But they do seriously keep a check on two-wheeler riders wearing...a helmet. Yup, yup. That's what I want to talk about. HELMET. A rider's headache and a pillion rider's frustration. Here, in Karnataka (I think! Sorry for being poor in current affairs. On a completely different note, Pakistani soldiers have burnt schools in Kashmir. Stupids.) the traffic police have passed a law that even pillion riders should compulso...

Helllooooooooooo, It's been two weeks. I know. I know. I was getting settled in Mysuru. A lame excuse but I have still not worked on everything regarding the internet connection and all that headache. So, I apologize for the late post. I never knew how much I missed Bengaluru. My city. Guess it's true that sometimes, you realize your love only when you are far apart. I missed the traffic (can you believe it?!, I can't either), the people, the vibe, the energy of my wonderful city... Okay, okay putting that aside, in this post I wanted to talk about something that has been bothering me since forever. And in Mysuru, I attended a concert and I got the perfect topic to blog about. MUSIC. Apart from my studies, this was the one thing I was good at. My parents sent me to learn music - Carnatic Classical music - from a small age. I was not allowed to go to sports or dance or any events because it would get in the way of my studies, but this, this I was pushed to it. N...

Hellloooooo, It's been a while. How are you today?? *grins* I'm just whiling away lazing around... *hehehe* Well, I need to get off my ass and start learning again! Anyway, this particular incident happened last Friday that is the 8th of July... Let me say - ''Let's go back five days....'' I have a bike. You can call it a scooter? I'm not sure with the technical term. Well, it is the 'Yamaha Ray Z'. (Truly grateful to my father and God, that I have a bike. So blessed!) So, I had to give it to the Periodic Service. And I had gone to the service center which is below the Showroom itself. (Hebbal, if anyone wants the details) I had to wait for my turn, since they have a token system. So, you take a token and wait for your number to be called. So, I waited for like 45 minutes..  just humming 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams (I have no idea why I just remembered this song. I hadn't listened to it in so long...*goes and blasts o...

"Let them take themselves to Hell, those hard hearts who leave their children to cry themselves to sleep alone, and in Hell they will have to listen to the sound of a child crying and know that they can never comfort it." - Thought by Debbie in 'Hurrah for the Hols' by Helen Simpson. I just found this so apt for what I've been wanting to post about... Helloooo.. How are you today?? I practically am the biggest fool on earth to have forgotten my project report for my exams today... And I am extremely grateful to my uncle who came to my college to give it to me (twice, not to mention....I am so so sorry for all the trouble I've caused. Stupid me)... Coming back to that thought, it's not a ''thought'' thought...you know...it's what Debbie 'thinks' when she hears the sound of a child crying.... Please let me make this clear, again, as this is just my rant, and I really hope all of the children will agree with me....This i...

Hellooo, We did blood typing in our college today! It's where you find out which blood type you are. If I had waited till  now, I could've saved 500 bucks, since I paid that much to find out my blood group.... Or was it 50??? I don't remember.... Anyway, it is like I got it double checked! :D Because some of my classmates did not get the blood group which they had got in their report....So yayyy... So.... I was thinking about how we expect certain things. You know, as people, we think something will happen this way or this person will behave this way and all that... But, almost all the time none of them are right... And when this happens to me, it's very frustrating! Everybody has expectations. I think it is human nature to expect something. It is built-in. I have no idea whether other animals have this (lol), but I think we all do, don't we? And this expecting, is what we should try to control. Yes, it hurts when your parents don't bring your favorite...

Sexual Harassment. Something every  girl- many cases, even a boy!- undergoes till she dies or becomes old I guess. I don't think there are people who feel up even old ladies ( except in The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot ). The thing about this heinous monster is that it happens, when you least expect it. Believe me, I know. (unfortunately) And it leaves another scar inside, a bad memory which is very,very hard to forget. On top of this, your whole day is ruined, destroyed because of this disgusting experience. Once you realize that the world is cruel like this, you make up your mind to be ready and stamp it down if something remotely as this happens again. But, life catches us off guard. Bummer. What is even more dumb is, if the person who is harassing you is a family member. What Hell to go through. My sympathies to her/him being harassed, are not enough. Forget about teens or pre-teens. What about small children? What will you do if you are being touched in places by some...