POST PROLOGUE:
Twenty o’14 has begun wrapping up briskly. Now, I am not
going to sit and mull over the changes this year has brought within me, or how
conspicuously this has affected my life. NOpE! Because that is what I always
do. I try something out. And if I think
it has worked, I repeat it over and over again incessantly, but sadly, not
nailing it perfect every single time. SO yeah.. I realized. What is the point
of such a life!
I dedicated this year to all sorts of randomness.. A mere
play of fate and destiny.. And I am going to dedicate the coming year to new
endeavors. Okay wait, again comes the same old story of the woman with the Curd
pot. So, right now, I am just going to wipe my drool and gaze. For as long as
it takes for me to entirely enlist what I am left with.
DISCLAIMER: THIS POST IS HEAVILY FILLED WITH SARCASM AND
METAPHORS AND IS MEANT TO HURT THE SENTIMENTS OF NO ONE, RIGHT FROM THE
COCKROACHES I KILLED (MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN THE SINK) TO SIR ARTHUR (IF YOU
ARE READING THIS FROM HEAVEN).ALSO, THIS POST MIGHT INJURE THE SENSE OF HUMOR
OF THE READER, IF ANY ATTEMPTS WHATSOEVER OF HUNTING FOR HUMOR ARE MADE. THERE
IS ABSOLUTELY NO HUMOR.
Throughout the year I have confused myself thoroughly,
spasmodically debating as to what is real and what is superficial. Also, I have
turned into this stodgy and dreamy philosopher-y person (whom I actually love
and whom mom doesn’t approve of).”You have lost the wit and humor dear. I love
those posts you wrote in 8th grade. About cockroaches and nature..
Have you lost your thinking capacity?” mom asks me pensively. According to her,
I have lost my ‘thinking capacity’, a lot of hair, my mind, the ability to move
my ass around and in turn gained zits, a flab around my belly and a lot of
attitude.
Sigh.. #moms should be the most trending hashtag. They
demand so much perfection as if they are drastically overwrought about losing a
handful of grooms just waiting outside the door asking for our hands in
marriage. Well, me? Oh yes. I apply reverse psychology. Instead of her yelling
“you-are-turning-ugly-cuz-you-don’t-take-care-of-yourself”, it’s all about me
yelling “I am-ugly-cuz-god-is-being-unfair-with-me”! For instance, I am all
“Why does Miley Cyrus have such good hair mommy? Why do I have such thin
hair?*sobs* God is so unfair” GET ME? *winks*(pun intended).So, leftover number
1) Though I have lost few strands of my hair, I am left with better escapade schemes.
Nextly, 2014 has made me a stronger person. I have been as
valiant as King Arthur, and my deeds of bravery will baffle people worldwide
someday. Okay, I am exaggerating, unless you count sitting on a frog and
squashing it as a brave deed. Ahh... I would definitely love to go back in time
and give this squash-a-frog challenge to King Arthur or Sir Gawain. Well,
coming to the present, I am no more scared of ghosts or creepy crawlies. But I am
extremely scared of facing arduous situations and I am super wimpish when it
comes to facing people. Awkward moments mortify me. Yes, 2014 is heavily
responsible for this. I remember being
that person who would gladly own up to every mistake, skillfully coming out of
dramatic episodes like a heroine, dusting out my palms. Yes, I even used to
fight with cockroaches and kiss them. But now? I should probably star in a
sequel of the popular CN show as Courage-the-cowardly-human. So leftover number
2) The ability to sprint away from problems very swiftly.
Last week I started reading a book. Yesterday I began
reading another one.. What happened to the previous book? I never finished it.
After being the girl who finished reading three huge shelves of books in the
school library, I am now stuck with 3 unfinished books lying grubbily at some
corner of my desk. Plain lethargy. That friction between what I have to do and
what I want to do is deeply exasperating. So leftover number 3) unfinished
books whose happy endings are eagerly waiting for me? No... Sigh... That was metaphorical
(READ THE DISCLAIMER FOR GODSAKE). Leftover number 3) Lack of will power.
Here comes the final leftover… I have had a euphoric time
with my friends and family this year., .I could spend a lot of time with my baby cousins, sharing loads of hilariously cute moments. This year has dragged me a to a proper city, made me do stuff like
travelling alone in buses and shopping without mom which previously felt like gargantuan
deeds that I could never even dream of accomplishing. I feel like I have
emerged out of a cocoon, as all my previous
so- called crusades were confined within the four gates of my township. 4) I am left with the belief that I can achieve anything I want.
so- called crusades were confined within the four gates of my township. 4) I am left with the belief that I can achieve anything I want.
Most of all….5)I am leftover with a lot of memories which I
have keenly showcased in the form of selfies and diary entries.
POST EPILOGUE:
Some leftovers are gonna be chucked away while others will
be treasured forever. HNY..
