Inspiration?

He told me to close my eyes and tell me whats the first thing I see. So, I did. I saw
wind chimes! Dancing to the wind. "That's your inspiration!", he said. I laughed. WIND CHIMES? 
What am I supposed to write about wind chimes?


Yes, its been a long time since I posted anything and I really do miss writing. Writing is something I love devoid of giving importance to the dilemma that I keep having weather I'm good at it, or not. Everyone has this point in their life when all they want to do is break free, break free from all those things that have been stopping them from living life the way they want to. I'm just a school girl now, I might not have so much to complain. But there are
a lot of things that do disturb me!

Friends, family, school and to top the list, exams! Don't these things seem easy? All you need is a little concentration and focus towards all these things are life would be so effortless, wouldn't it? Well, these are some things which can look like the most easiest
things and be the most complex ones or vice versa. Its all an illusion!
Okay, I'm done complaining!
See? Writing helps me break free! When people write, they're basically talking to themselves but they somehow feel wise that they're sharing it with the world and not just yapping to themselves like retards. Yes, it makes me feel that way. Wise, I mean. Okay, enough of me and my love for writing.
The past two months of school has been crazy! From drama-soul searching-dispute settling-tears-joy-exams, it has been something that reminded me I'm human and also special at the same time! Which is good, I think.
I found some answers to the numerous questions I had and have some new questions have come up in the thought process which I'm trying to seek answers for.
Yesterday, my exams ended and finally have some time to think about stuff, set things right. 


But right now, as I'm writing this, I feel like those wind chimes! Careless about the amount of wind trying to push them away, they were still dancing making the most cohrent sounds.
So, that brings me back to my so called inspiration. The wind chimes signified a vague desciption of liberation. I've had so much going on in my life and suddenly I feel unconcerned about all that. Everything I thought that mattered is suddenly nothing.


This moment, I feel free.


Close your eyes and find your inspiration trick works!

You made me.

8th Grade! Teacher's day, if I'm not wrong? 2008.

The only sane Picture of 7th grade!  

My friends are one of the best things that have ever happened to me. Really. I don't even know how all of us came this far. I still remember the first day of school and Meghana trying to annoy me in Telugu class back in first grade (I didn't forget that yet). Me being jealous of Greeshma's Bugs Bunny water bottle and Anushka's costume in the second class concert. All of us ACTUALLY became friends back in 5th grade when we just did. God knows how! But, thank god, we did. From then, how time passed I can hardly remember! All I remember is, 7th grade was the best year and we still love it. The between the class talks (Though I was never in your class), the parking lot walks, the TV  show discussions, the picture obsessions, movies, girls room gossips, crazy text messaging, hanging out, the lunch hall fun and even when I got into trouble, you guys were always there! Shivani, I didn't forget you. I never will. Parents watch you grow but friends, grow up with you and I think that's beautiful. We did fight sometimes, there was this phase when we didn't talk to each other much but nothing really broke us.


When you're a junior, you're always inspired by your seniors. You want to be like them someday and start imagining yourself in their shoes. I was like that. I still am and I'm not scared to say it. So if you're inspired by someone, I think its totally normal, just don't copy though. Now, we are seniors. Hopefully, it'll still be 'we'. HPS is a place where I got everything from. Lessons and Love as I call it. Inside and outside class as well. For all the 'inside the class, I must thank my teachers, but outside, it was our world, a different one. Call me weird, but those are where most of my good times lie. 

And us, NOW. 2011.

I still remember the first day of our Senior School. We were so excited. We were feeling all grown up and all. I know that every teenager has been through that day! One side, not wanting to grow up and the other wanting to make some place of their own in the world. Well, we had our moments, so many. I can't name every possible thing we did together cause I'd probably die and my page would be over-crowded with words but as they say, 'We many not remember days, but we remember moments' and every moment with you guys is worth remembering. So, now that boards are done and we have our results coming out soon, we MAY end  up in different schools (hopefully not) but I want you to know that you'll always have me by your side when you need me.


I love you.


The other day, a junior said, "You guys are the coolest gang ever!" Sounds a little crazy but looks like we made some difference after all! ;)