KEEP COMING BACK

Hello, there.

A ridiculously long time, no see. My apologies since life had me dancing on my tippy toes, in a garish dress, doing twirls on my already sore feet. Put simpler, I’ve just gotten myself into college and although it’s taken close to about four months of complete absence from here, it feels like half a lifetime. In my defence, I’ve been to hell and back with getting to where I’ve gotten because let me just tell you, word from the wise, Indian education aside, the process of getting yourself into professional colleges have to be one of the worst kinds of experiences you could ever have.

Let me break that down. It’s been a year since I had decided I was going to take a year off and stay at home to study for my Undergraduate medical exam, more commonly called NEET in India. Ever since then, it hasn’t been easy. With every decision, you’re always going to have opinions from people that usually don’t matter but somehow the timing at which they deliver, has to be applauded. Just when you’re down in the dumps, they show up and add a pile of stanky, solid shit. More often that not, wriggling out of that space is a lot easier said than done but c’est la vie. Nothing comes easy. Along with the ‘unwanted opinions’ I’ve had to hear along this journey I’d begun, there was also the added pressure of having to get somewhere. While I needn’t have treated it as my last chance to get into  Med school, because apparently we can have about three chances to write the exam, it seemed like this year was the only chance I’d have if I wanted to begin earning at a particular age. (I’ve always been a rigid person, sorry not sorry.) 

So, back to where I was trying to make a point, these past four months have particularly been the hardest and the most testing phase of my life so far. You know it’s been a shitty ass few months because of all the breakouts I’ve been having. Just call me scar face. While I don’t appreciate being put through shit when everything could’ve been done a lot easier and a lot smoother instead of me having to wait past 2 on one day and well into the late evening on another day JUST to admit myself into a college I’d already been assigned, I’ve gotten to a point where looking back is scary. Scary because up until now, I’d never thought I was going anywhere. I’d only been doing everything everyone else was. I ‘went with the flow’. These past 12 months, now that I’m putting it down in solid material as opposed to it floating about in my head, have given me enough to believe I’d been doing something for myself. 

Getting into Med School has been a dream since I was 12ish and having gotten here, everything else seems measly and hardly countable as opposed to finally being able to do what I’ve wanted and given a clean slate to begin dreaming again. 

I’ve only just freshly snapped out of my trance and so, it’ll take me a while to pen down the whole journey which you can hold me against my word, I will, eventually. Since I’ve been vocal about pretty much everything, either directly or indirectly, that’s happened over the past year and a half since joining here, I knew I owed it to myself and to anyone that cares enough to read this, an explanation to why I’ve been MIA.

Your girl’s back and while I’m still struggling with writer’s block even before I’ve begun, we’re revamping this ish up a little since I feel the change coming. Summer’s coming, y’all.

Until our time meets again, 

Also, I admit this swerved from the usual tone I have in my writing but it’s kinda hard to make something as gratifying as finally being able to live my dream, funny. Trust me, I attempted going the funny route with this one but I gagged forty times just by the thought of putting pathetically crafted jokes out there. But my inappropriate ‘humour’ is hardly containable so that’s not stopping anytime soon. 

Have a great day, y’all.

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MY THREE WEDDINGS – TOTAL CLICKBAIT! (Includes numismatics)

Here’s hoping I get paid decently for doing this.

Fun fact: my sister’s that weird person that collects literally anything she sees. (No, I swear.) I’ve never fully understood how collecting matchboxs and feathers (Amongst other things) will ever help apart from burning down an ex’s ego or something but to each his own right? (Let’s just for a second touch on the fact she’s extremely allergic to both of those. Now that we know she’s a little crazy in the head, let’s move on.) On a serious note, not so surprisingly, she’s very much (A little too obnoxiously) into numismatics and philately. If anyone, also interested in currency hoarding, likes to strike up a conversation with her or exchange currency or barter (?) or even just want to show off to her and rile her up, I’ll leave her links down below. Hit her up! (If she hunts you down and spears you in the middle of your sleep and no one ever finds your collection………..)

It’s not easy living with her, alright? I reckon it’s not easy being her friend either because she will drive you up the wall if she ever comes to hear you’ve been to a place she’s never been and there’s a chance she can grab a few notes and coins here and there from you. But, ever since I heard that half of her collection can pay for three of my weddings (I’m a simple woman.) I’ve been sucked into this little (Little by actual definition because she’s tiny. Miniature, if you may.) world of hers. In my defense, it’s taken such a lot of self control to not spend all the Indian currency she has. (Slow claps to myself.)

Anyway, here are a few of the currencies she’s been collecting over the past 15 years. I believe she has a few extra currencies which if you’re willing to trade with her with a few of your own (It’s got to be a win-win here, okay?) she’d gladly hand pack your package and seal it with a kiss. I kid you not.

The following pictures include currencies she’s willing to trade while some are just on here  for aesthetics, ya feel? But if you’re feeling nice, she’d gladly accept currency you’d like to provide to her collection even if you don’t collect any yourself and trading your currency with ones she’s willing to give may mean nothing to you.

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A few of her world currencies she stole from people.
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Notes you can dunk in water without a problem aka polymer notes aka the next big thing.
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She’ll give you one of these if you give her a bag of yours. Fair trade.
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Pre monetization notes (Raghuram Rajan, Governor 2013-2016) AND post monetization currencies. FUN FACT: She collects Indian currencies according to the Governors so anyone with a note having Manmohan Singh’s signature (Governor 1982-1985) and willing to trade please drop her a message or contact her.
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Since she’s currently residing in China for the next year and a half, anyone in need of Chinese currency, let her/me know.

Side note: someone please help me with my writer’s block. The struggle is real.

Until our time meets again,

A

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73 QUESTIONS WITH YOUR AVERAGE PEAHEAD- A VERY UNORIGINAL IDEA.

I know, I know! Such original, Anya. (Sigh!) But what you gonna do?

If you don’t already know, this is something of a craze right now with Vogue. (Gotta shout them out because if there’s even a remote possibility, I don’t want to get my ass sued.) I personally enjoy these videos so very much because one thing, I’m a creep that likes to see the insides of everyone’s house (Interiors have always been a fascination to me) and B, what’s not fun about getting interviewed, even though you’re not the one being interviewed. I like hearing stuff, alright? I’m a very prying person. It’s not something I’m extremely proud of but it hasn’t killed knowing stuff about other people so I got NO COMPLAINTS.

Anyway, since no one has yet reached out to interview me, (Which I think is a shame because people are missing out on solid gold) I decided for myself that I would question myself, and answer them myself. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I’ll put a link below if you want to check out the site I got the questions from. Since it’s going to be a fairly lengthy post, if I were you, I’d grab some cheese poprcorn. (The best of its kind)

You’ve been warned.

  1. What’s your favourite movie?

White Chicks. The Father of the Bride. The Princess Diaries. (You’d think I’d have a serious list but I don’t. I enjoy teen flicks with predictable endings, okay?)

  1. Favourite movie in the past five years?

Gravity. Tanu Weds Manu. (I can’t choose single things like that. I’m sorry.)

  1. Favourite Hitchcock film?

Which is worse? Not knowing what those movies are or confusing them with Hancock and wondering when the sequel came out? I’m a little thick, I know.

  1. A book you plan on reading?

How To Be A Bawse- Lilly Singh. (Wheeeeee it’s on its way already.)

  1. A book that you read in school that positively shaped you?

The complexity of these questions are something I hadn’t foreseen. I should feel stupid saying Famous Five shaped me but what can you do? Julian and Dick were pretty strong characters. George had me written all over her, minus the dog but recently, I seemed to have taken a liking for a stray near my house so I think that’s saying something. Anne’s homey character is also something ……….. I need to get my head straight and stop reading kids books.

  1. Favourite TV show that’s currently on?

Modern Family. (The absence of taped laughing in the background that usual comedic shows have gives me freedom to laugh at whatever and not be compelled to laugh only when there’s a funny scene happening. I can’t be the only one having that kind of pressure, can I?)

  1. On a scale of one to ten how excited are you about life right now?

About a 6. A little over the centre of balance.

  1. iPhone or Android?

iPHONE. The wonders you can do with it. Text and call expensively, DAMN!

  1. Twitter or Instagram?

Instagram. The lesser the talking, the better.

  1. Who should EVERYONE be following right now?

If you thought I wasn’t going to say me, we’ve got some serious catching up to do, haven’t we, darlin’?

  1. What’s your favourite food?

Pizzas and burgers and chicken and cheese. Everything that adds to my rolls.

  1. Least favourite food?

Vegetables. (How predictable was that?)

  1. What do you love on your pizza?

Cheese and chicken. (Now, how predictable was THAT?)

  1. Favourite drink?

I’m a little too basic even for my liking but water!

  1. Favourite dessert?

Mum’s custard and jelly. LIFE FRICKIN’ CHANGING!

  1. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Milk chocolate.

  1. Coffee or tea?

Neither. (Never needed either to pump me up since I’m on an all time high.)

  1. What’s the hardest part about being a mum?

Sacrifice. I wouldn’t know first hand, obviously, but I know there’s a lot of sacrifice you got to do being a mum. And put up with attitude ALL THE TIME. (My kids better be ready for minimal sacrifices and eating their own crap because I’m taking none of that.)

  1. What’s your favourite band?

DNCE. (They had me when they named a song toothbrush.)

  1. Favourite solo artist?

Camila Cabello right now. Subject to change over time.

  1. Favourite song?

Question- Alex Aiono.

  1. If you could sing a duet with anyone, who would it be?

Celine Dion. (I don’t even know why which is super weird. But I totally see myself singing next to her.)

  1. If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Drums.

  1. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

On my nape.

  1. To be or not to be?

To be. (An arse.)

  1. Dogs or cats?

Both depending on whether I need attention (Dogs) or just plain ignorance (Cats).

  1. Bird-watching or whale-watching?

Bird watching because I have whales chillin’ in tubs around my house already.

  1. Best gift you’ve ever received?

A scrabble board. (Gave way to fun family Sundays.)

  1. Best gift you’ve ever given?

I wrote a letter to a friend on her birthday when I could’ve just messaged her. (If I were her, I’d worship me for doing something like that considering I remembered that she likes reading letters. Sometimes, ones that aren’t even sent to her. The creep!)

  1. Last gift you gave a friend?

A couple others pooled in money and gave my bestfriend a bunch of things. That count?

  1. What’s your favourite board game?

Scrabble.

  1. What’s your favourite country to visit?

Mauritius. (I know my sister is reading this and I want to direct this right at her for asking a friend of hers to accompany her instead of me. You have disappointed me and violated the Sister Code, beast.)

  1. What’s the last country you visited?

The one I’ve always lived in.

  1. What country do you wish to visit?

Oh snap! Considering I haven’t gotten out of my country, yet, I answered 32 wrong. But, consider it the same answer.

  1. What’s your favourite colour?

Black.

  1. Least favourite colour?

Puke Green.

  1. Diamonds or pearls?

Diamonds. (Need that bling.)

  1. Heels or flats?

Flats because I value my face and my head and heels don’t consider those when I have them on and stumble on literally nothing but air.

  1. Pilates or yoga?

Pilates because it’s a lot more fun to say ‘I just had a pilates class’ than to say ‘Namaste. I just saluted the sun on one leg.’

  1. Jogging or swimming?

Swimming.

  1. Best way to de-stress?

Reading.

  1. If you had one superpower, what would it be?

Actual magic.

  1. What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

Moist.

  1. What’s your favourite flower?

Lillies.

  1. When was the last time you cried?

I don’t even remember. But I know it was recent because I, unlike most, have a heart.

  1. Do you like your handwriting?

Only, sometimes; when I’m feeling fancy and write like I’m writing to the Queen.

  1. Do you bake?

Nope! I’m hazardous as it is without kitchen utensils and heat/fire.

  1. What is your least favourite thing about yourself?

The fingers on my right hand. (They’re a little worn out.)

  1. What is your most favourite thing about yourself?

I can make you feel comfortable no matter how hard I hate you. I will always help if you can’t help yourself but I’m also super petty when I want to be so don’t mess with me.

  1. Who do you miss most?

My grandfather.

  1. What are you listening to right now?

Question – Alex Aiono.

  1. Favourite smell?

My freshly washed hair. (It’s safe to imagine me smelling my wet hair for a good three minutes after I get out of bath. I do that kind of stuff, yes,)

  1. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

My best friend from school.

  1. Who was the last person you sent a text to?

My sister.

  1. A sport you wish you could play?

I love basketball and given that it’s been a hot second that I’ve held one in my hand, I’d like to play basketball. (Also, to get into the NBA spirit the right way.)

  1. Hair colour?

Brown.

  1. Eye colour?

Brown. Sometimes baby pink in sunlight. (Kidding.)

  1. Scary film or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure. (Fun fact: I’ve never sat through a whole scary movie. I never sit down for one if I can help it. But if I’m forced to, the few minutes that I do manage to watch, I’d have thrashed seven people unconscious.)

  1. Favourite season?

Summer if it rains in the night. Or Monsoon if it’s hot during the day. (What’s this season called?)

  1. Three people alive or dead that you would like to have dinner with?

Michelle Obama (She cool!), JK Rowling (It might be the only chance I get to ask her, ‘WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO KILL SIRIUS AND FRED? HUH?’ and also while I’m at it to plead her to write a prequel around James and Lily in school.) and Kim Kardashian (I did get the idea off of the person I got these questions from but thinking about it, I’ve always watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians and I like how their dinners go. Also, why in hell would I pass up the opportunity of probably being filmed?

  1. Hugs or kisses?

Hugs. (Kisses from a select few, maybe.)

  1. Rolling Stones or the Beatles?

Beatles.

  1. Where were you born?

Gundulpet. (Another fun fact because not a lot of people that ACTUALLY know me in real life know.)

  1. What is the farthest you have been from home?

Manali, maybe? Or maybe a little farther but I can’t remember.

  1. Sweet or savoury?

Savoury!

  1. Lipstick or lip gloss?

Lipstick considering lip gloss gets everywhere if my hair’s left loose which it usually is.

  1. What book have you read again and again?

The first book of Twilight. (What was I thinking?) And I’ll still read it, again. (There is something seriously wrong with me.)

  1. Favourite bedtime story?

Teddy Tales and Kitten Tales. (I had to read myself to sleep and these were bomb.)

  1. What would be the title of your autobiography?

Living, kicking butt and striving. (The name’s already a best seller, innit?)

  1. Favourite sound?

This is a question I’ll give actually thought to after I’m done with this. For now, I have no idea but I’ll figure it out if that’s THE last thing I do.

  1. Favourite animal?

Pandas. I watch an unhealthy amount of ‘Pandas being stupid’ and can’t help but relate.

  1. Who is your girl crush?

Liza Koshy. (She very cool!)

  1. Last photograph you took?

Of myself because who’s extremely self absorbed? You guessed right.

If you managed to read through all of that without falling asleep into your bowl of popcorn, I have a new heightened liking to you. This was so fun to do and I couldn’t think of anything better to put me in the head space of writing than answering stuff since, if you haven’t picked up, I like to talk a lot and I get to do that comfortably on here.

Also, I have been so out of my game the past month with sudden comings and goings and unexplained periods of probably for-the-good silence but it’s safe to say now that I’m semi back. I just travelled and I have a little something on that floating about in my head. Here’s hoping I actually get around to doing that.

Until next time,

A

LAST POST: I HURT. I STILL HURT.

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QUESTIONS FROM: BUMPS AND ROUNDABOUTS

I HURT. I STILL HURT.

‘Would you destroy someone you once loved?’

‘Definitely’, she replied, only one face flitting across a rather chaotic mind

‘Fascinating.’

She nodded, mentally picturing the face smiling at her

The face she’d grown to slightly tolerate, or in words she daren’t say, love

It wasn’t right, she knew

Her answer didn’t prick like it was supposed to

The answer, strangely, felt very warm, like it needed to be spoken

She waited for the words to come back in full force and knock her out

Just as strange as saying them were, the lack of remorse, was off-putting.

 

The face now smiled broadly, almost menacingly

Definitely not a smile that gave comfort, like she needed it to

But a smile that boiled blood inside of her

A smile that made her lip curl upward

One that made her grind her teeth together and her jaw tighten

Igniting a scalding heat at the back of her throat

She felt like she saw the color red flash before her

As each memory of games that’ve been played

Lies that’ve been said

Excuses that’ve been made

Promises that’ve been broken

Each of them, much too agonizingly, filled the hollow person she’d grown into

 

‘Definitely’, she repeated, again, with a booming voice

‘You didn’t love hard enough, then.’

‘I wasn’t loved hard enough’, she sighed, her quivering voice betrayed her, per usual

‘You can’t hurt someone for not feeling the same way about you.’

The burn in her chest surged through her like fresh erupted lava

‘You can hurt someone for making you believe they did’, she said, dangerously

‘Bringing yourself to behave like a coward, in a way similar to whoever played you,

Doesn’t make you a match made in heaven.’

‘I hurt’, she replied, defeated. ‘I still hurt.’

‘Haven’t you heard, m’dear, ‘Sometimes the person you fall for, isn’t ready to catch you.’

‘And if they promised to?’ she asked, still trying to see reason

‘We don’t find ourselves still falling if they promised to be there, now, do we?’

She sighed, closing her eyes hoping the voice in her head stopped making sense.

 

I wish I could explain the random-ness of today’s post, but, tragically, I can’t. Also, putting it out there, my celibacy status hasn’t changed. This was just something I thought about off the top of my head. (If you can see past this, you’re the shiz!) My excuse to being MIA probably will make it the next time I write, which I want to promise myself, will be soon.

Until next time, (With apologizing for the hiatus)

Anya

 

 

 

 

 

THESE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

I haven’t sat down and spoken face-to-face (Or screen-to-screen, ya know?) to y’all in a hot second. Before you read on further, I’m sick (I have the slightest fever but I’m going to pretend I’m dying.) and I’m cranky beyond belief (I’m also breathing fire.) I don’t have the time or the energy to brew stories (Did I say I have a fever?) or even half ass my way through a poem or something. Seeing that I’ve been keeping up my streak with weekly posting (I swear life’s just going to come at this and jinx the shit out of it in two seconds.) I figured, I’d just type and vent and type some more. Since I’m really, really jumping off the tangent here, I planned on collecting my thoughts (Nevermind, scratch that.) on pulling myself through more torture by throwing light on eeeeeverything that annoys the absolute crap out of me. 

Even though I feel like I might’ve done something like this before because in case you haven’t caught on, I’m a super irritable person, I’m doing it again. It doesn’t help that I have a mole smack right in the centre of my nose which people like to believe gives me my temper. (I somehow find this a very Indian thing to say. It almost didn’t make it on here because of its pointlessness but here we are!) I personally think it has nothing to do with the mole but everything to do with everyone around me. But to each his own, right? Right. 

Here are some of my pet peeves. (If you know me in real life, as in being more Anya than Your Average Peahead, your stupid ass habits have probably made it on the list. Please feel free and take it as a personal dig at you.)

  • Burping: If I could stab a fork into your throat, you know I would. For people that do have a problem with gastritis, I do not feel you but I’ll let you off the hook because there’s nothing you can do to help it. But, there is a very specific breed, if you may, of monsters from hell who have to burp in your ear, in your face or just over your food because they know it revolts you. I’d rather have someone just come and barf into my plate than have you burp on my face. Another sub breed are those that want to give you a whiff of what they ate so they burp as loud as is needed to be heard from outer space and then blow in your face. (I’ve thrown up seventeen times just writing this. So, you know just how annoying this is.) You can fart around me all you like but burping is a strict no-no. 
  • Whispering over the phone: Im not a phone person, okay? Just putting it out there. Im not a person that’s ever comfortable with talking in real time.I like to take my time coming up with answers. So, while we’re on a call, I’m already worked up with the fact that this is an over the phone conversation but what really pushes me off the edge is you speaking like you’re putting a baby to sleep. This irritates me and wait for it, you. (Like, excuse me? Are you the one digging your phone into your ear because you can’t hear for nuts because I decide I want to be inaudible?) Because of your soft speaking, I try to raise my voice to even out the lack of noise coming from your side so naturally I’m yelling over the phone for no actual reason. And since I’m yelling, you try and shush me with a softer voice. Over the course of the call, I’ve heard nothing and I’m just either screaming or nodding, not knowing what you’re saying. And its not even my fault. (This is for one spefic person that talks like she’s being held captive all through the day every time she calls.)
  • Talking in intervals: Humans just no longer understand the whole concept of sentence structuring anymore. Let’s all just break the smallest sentence into four millions parts and say one word every three hours. I don’t know if I’m the only one picking this up or if people actually speak in broken sentences. Before they’ve completed  an entire sentence, the Syrian Civil War (God bless Syria. I’m not being insensitive but rather throwing light on what’s happening. This is far from being disrespectful. If you don’t know, crawl out from under your rock and educate yourself.) would’ve ceased and there’d be war no more. GOD FORBID this class of people sit around to share stories. That is the day I die! 
  • Looking at everything in the store: It didnt take me eighteen long years to figure out that my WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY needs to scan the WHOLE ENTIRE DEPARTMENT STORE before deciding what they want. What Ive yet to work out is if this happens because I tag along or if they actually only remember they need something once they see it. So, the only way to know what they need is to look at everything and if looking at anything hits a gong in their head, that’s what they need to pick up. So now you know if I say I’m going to get groceries with my mom and return when I’m seveny four, I didn’t fall down Alice’s hole. There’s no actual need for panic. (Side note: If I never return, I’m most likely shopping with Nani and her sister. Aka Hades’ mistress and her sidekick. WE IS NEVER COMING BACK.)

Borrowing books and never returning them:

Me holding onto your book is acceptable because lets be real here, I’d give the baby more importance than you ever did BUT if you ever take my book for a light read and forget the fact YOU’VE GOT TO RETURN THE DAMN BOOK BECAUSE I PAID FOR THAT SUCKER WHEN I COULD’VE BOUGHT MYSELF SOMETHING TO EAT, hope and pray I don’t take away one sock of every pair you own. (You can say goodbye to those toes of yours during winter.) Taking single books from a series and not returning it within a month really irks me because for a person that likes collecting books, it’s a strange sense of euphoria seeing all the books of a series neatly (Not so neatly given that I’m running out of book space) stacked. When one book is taken away, I can’t help but wish you were a fast reader and will return it in a day’s time. It’s just how my mind works so please mind me and pick up the hint if I constantly keep asking you about what you think of the story. When actually, I don’t give two dimes about what you think of the book. I just want to hear that you’re done reading it. Again, please do take it very personally and RETURN MY GOD DAMN BOOK, YO!

Since people talking to you even when you’ve got your earphones in is an everyday struggle for everyone, I’m just going to let it go. It’s depressing, it is. 

Anyway, I don’t see why you’d like anything about pet peeves but if you did, orrrrrrrr if you could relate to some of these, we’re peas of the same pod. Either way, I do hope you liked it. 

PS: I’m not taking down the Syrian War mention because it really wasn’t my intention to pull it in for fun. While I agree it is a sensitive topic, there are so many of us who don’t know what’s going on. I know I didn’t for an embarasing amount of time and I hope my taking it up actually got someone to go read about it and know what’s happening. For those that think what’s the point of knowing stuff if you can’t do anything, there’s always prayers you can send. (If you’re an atheist, ….. you can hope for the best?) And if there was anything that people could do and wanted to, you know they would. Again, since it’s really easy to pull threads off of fray ends on the internet, I wanted to get this out of the way. Thanks for reading. 

Also, I had no idea I was spamming some of your comments. WP has been playing me and I’m sorry if people from community pool did drop by my site and comment because a few of your comments with your site addresses got spammed. God knows why but I did find the comments and I tried replying to the ones I could see. Anyhoo, if I haven’t replied its probably because I’ve lost your comment again. Sorry.

Until our time meets again,

A

LAST POST: LOVING CAN HURT

INSTAGRAM: ANYA ABRAHAM

THE BLUE SKY TAG

Hi, hey! I’m a little behind on these but hey, better late than never, right? Or something like that. Anyway, my chicka Sheetal hooked me up with a tag and an award, (I swear she’s trying to spoil me or something. Please don’t stop. These are so fun. Please ignore my shameless greed.) one of which I’ve already done before. (Link’s below.) I don’t plan on making a part 2 to the ONE LOVELY BLOG AWARD, not because I don’t appreciate it enough (YOU KNOW I DO!) but because the first time I had to come up with facts about myself, I cried for seven hours straight because it took me HALF MY LIFE to find the stuff I did find. (It’s a proper tragedy, I know.)

However, I still accept the Blue Sky Tag! Thanks, Sheetal, for this. If in the odd case you don’t know her, I take it you haven’t read my previous tag (Can we just appreciate my very subtle not so subtle self-promo, thank you?) I’ll leave her link down below as well for you guys to check her out. It’s all round love for her blog, since she tries everything. Between the ‘Pros and Cons of Dating a Candid Person’ (Has to be one of my favorites) to four line fictions,… She’s the bomb.

RULES ARE: –

Give 11 questions

Tag 11 people

Answer the 11 questions given to you

THE QUESTIONS: –

  • Name one trait in you that you want to give up and why?

Anxiety. For a person that has minor panic attacks at the very sound of meeting people, I’d really like to be over that and start being more present rather than try and find ways to get out of stuff.

  • What is your wildest fantasy?

To believe there’s someone for me? I MEAN COME ON! Eighteen years should be enough time to convince someone I’m worth every penny they spend on buying me food. How hard is that?

  • Which place according to you will satisfy your craving for adventure?

Any place that smells of adventure. I’ve heard that’s a real thing.

  • What is your fashion statement?

Baggy shirts and shorts are THE SHIT! They give me so much room to comfortably grow fatter in.

  • If you are stranded on an island with a stranger how would you introduce yourself without saying your name?

“You can call me queen.”

  • What is your signature statement/dialogue?

I say ‘Fancy’, ‘Tragic’, ‘Tragedy’ and ‘travesty’ a lot more than I should and at all the wrong times. I also learned a little bit of slang in Spanish which has been my go-to line whenever I need to get out of a conversation. Audiences here are sensitive so I’ll just spare you the……….’Hasta la vista, p***’ I said it. Whoops.

  • One thing you fear the most.

Time and age. The pair is the deadliest thing ever! This must explain why I’m freaking out about my very last year being a teenager.

(Cue panic attack, again.)

  • How will you combat your weaknesses?

With a fork.

  • Who is your favorite family member and why?

My nani (granny) I’m going to be ripped into pieces for this but who gives me money on Easter, Christmas, my birthday and for every other festival we don’t celebrate? NOT YOU, DADDY! SHE DOES!

  • If you are given a chance to make a difference in someone’s life, how would you do it?

I’d become their friend. I’m a walking ray of sunshine and having me would do them some good, I feel. (On a side note, I’d do anything I can in my power to make a difference. I just don’t know how.)

  • What was the first thought that crossed your mind while you read these questions?

Fancy. *winks*

My set of questions for thee:

  1. What’s your favorite cookie?
  2. Can you do a headstand? (If yes, Woooooooah!)
  3. How good are you at cooking? Do you like it?
  4. What’s one book you could read every year and never get tired of?
  5. Who’s the one person you’d call at 4 am, telling them you need a burger asap?
  6. What made you start blogging?
  7. Have you achieved any of the goals your younger self set?
  8. What’s the first place that pops in your head if I said I’d fund your trip to wherever that is? And why?
  9. On a scale of one to ten, how temperamental are you? If you think it’s bad, and want to simmer down, how do you plan on doing that?
  10. What’s something you’d like to tell someone but can’t right now?
  11. Give me one good word to describe yourself. (Make it reaaaaally good.)

My nominations:

SHIVANI

DARAMEMON

APEKSHA

AMAN PAN

ADECYN

BLUDGERS AND BROOMSTICKS

ANANYA

ELIZA

INSHAPARDAZ MIMSI

THE HARDLY WORKING

TANYA

Until our time meets again,

A

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WORDS ARE OUR ONLY INEXAUSTIBLE SOURCE OF MAGIC: SWITCHING OVER TO THE POTTER FANDOM.

How massive of a turn did the almost diminishing (Mostly completely gone.) Twilight fan girl in me just take? It’s been a hot second since I remember losing my shit over the books. The little unusual, completely impossible in actual times romance that built between a vampire and a human completely pushed me off the edge. Since I live in my head mostly (LITERALLY ALL THE TIME.) fangirling over the one other thing besides Harry Potter that seemed so much saner than shifting stairs and talking portraits and grand dining was Twilight. Now that I’m over that phase (Something I take immense pride in because I’ve realized that although the books were in a way fascinating, the movies were a load of camel shit. Don’t fight me on this.) I can begin brooding over something fictional again, to destroy any social life I might have. 

Gotta quickly address the elephant in the room because I’ve notoriously kept up a rapport of pulling things waaaaaay more than is necessary. I never get to the point and this is me diving head first in. I’ve switched over. I’m now convinced Harry Potter was the one thing that I missed out on. It’s a tragedy but it’s never too late to fall in love with books. 

Last week, very presumptuous of me, I took a major swipe at Hermione thinking it was okay because my ‘loyalties don’t lie’ with the series. (A minor one. I like to dramatise.) And a week from then, I’ve found everything I’ve been looking for in the same exact fandom that I previously trashed. 

I read a post when Alan Rickman died about how his character turned out to be everything everyone believed he was not. Ever since then, the dark and sinister cuckoo looking Master of Potions that had stuck somewhere in my head since the first time I saw him and decided this series wasn’t my cup of tea, has turned over to someone I wish had never died. And that’s a lot coming from a person who never liked, let me rephrase that, DETESTED the super confusing storyline. 

I might’ve warmed up to the idea of picking up the first book way back when I read that but never got to the actual task of finding the book. If it presented itself in front of me, I’d maybe give it a look, I thought slyly putting it off because who in their right mind would even expect a book to present itself? (Me, duh!) Anyway, fast forward from then to a few days back when Chamber Of Secrets played on TV. I could’ve watched a billion other things on TV like I usually do when having lunch because if I have nothing to concentrate on while chewing food, it never feels like a meal. (I’m not even making this up.) I decided nothing was worth watching and picked the first tolerable thing I could find. (At this point I needed to start lunch. It was a good lunch and I hated not having anything to watch to enjoy it with. But you gotta go what you gotta do.) It’s not an unusual thing but its certainly not a super common thing for me to sit with my hand covered with food that was drying around my fingers and my empty plate balanced between my thighs. I sat for what felt like half of the movie maybe before I decided I was no longer all that interested in the movie. This is the point where I remember watching the same movie years ago with my sister who is probably the biggest HP fanatic out of the rest of us. I remember the monster in the chamber and the voice and whispering and decided against the idea of sitting and watching it again. 

Fast forward to Sunday (Yesterday). While my mom oiled my hair, again I needed something to concentrate on instead of my Mumma’s weekly head massage (Which usually gives me a teeny headache right after, defeating the purpose of a massage but heck, it feels good during anyways.) 

I watched the whole entire movie of Deathly Hallows part two. In one sitting without missing a whole lot which usually never happens because I walk off midway to get something and forget I was watching anything. But, I did the impossible and all for a movie based off the books I never liked. 

This is a big thing, for anyone that doesn’t get the unnecessary hype about my recent obsession. Harry Potter and Anya never go together. Or so I thought until last week. I was dragged deeper into this after reading the first book which isnt at all like I pictured it. What I thought might be confusing writing (I don’t know how I came up with that when ten year olds have been reading this.) was far from incomprehendible and so much more lighter than the movies were. (You thought I’d go a whole post without criticizing something? Pity.) 

Although the movies aren’t as grand as the books were, there’s only so much you can do to try and match the crazy and the extremely detailed imagination Rowling had when she wrote it. 

I got through a whole book in eight hours, a record I’m very proud of because under the given circumstances (Those being that I can’t be thinking of finishing an entire novel in one day. What is self control?) I managed to finish My First Ever Harry Potter book. 

I’ve hopped on the Nimbus 2000 and can’t wait to fall deeper in love with something I never wanted to like. 

Also, something Dumbledore said might’ve had to do with my opening up to the idea. This lit a full haystack on fire somewhere in my mind and since stringing words together for a post is something we do on here, I figured you’d like it too, maybe? 

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

I mean, COME ON! Who even comes up with stuff like that? (Rowling, duh!) This was probably my undoing. A certain way into the second book, I can’t wait to know everything there is to be known. 

PS: Yes, I’m so so late with reading these books but at least I started? Cut me some slack for starting somewhere, however long it took me. 

Pps: I have my birthday in exactly two months. I’ll be expecting an owl with my whole Harry Potter collectors edition books. Thenks. (Don’t say I never asked what I wanted.) 

Ppps: I printed out my very own Hogwarts letter, complete with a seal. Even though I’m just a day into this, I’m not planning on putting off the very thing everyone’s ever wanted. 

Until our time meets again,

A

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