I love Coldplay, and I also adore One Direction. Prob?

The other day, I was reading this tumblr post about music tastes which was not-so-comprehensive yet actually made a lot of sense. What I'll go on ranting about now is basically all inspired by that post.
The thing about music taste is that it's just your personal opinion that you construct about some sort of music and it's your, only your, judgement and view. And when I say it's your own view, I am implying that no other person can judge you for what you listen to or has no right to label one piece of music to be better than the other. What kind of music someone finds enjoyable depends on the person's personal perspective and taste. There's no standard of good or crapy music.
It's extremely frustrating when Pink Floyd fans consider themselves to possess finer taste than the fans of Justin Bieber. And that ratio of these self proclaimed better-music-taste-holders is too damn high. No, seriously, listening to metal or rock doesn't make you any "superior" than those who like pop music. Listening to some certain sort of music neither makes you a hipster nor a complete loser. What you think is crap could be soothing to another person, and vice versa, that's how human nature works. And that should be respected. The point of existence of music in this world is to enjoy it, not to use it as a tool to bully or intimidate somebody. Music taste is something extremely subjective, so don't go around shoving your music taste down someone's throat because that makes you nothing but a stupid douchebag.

Unfolding pages.

My board exams are apparently over and so is my school life.You can't believe how happy that makes me because for 99% of the time, I hated the school and wished for it to blow up somehow. My farewell party was a few days back, something which I'll not forget for the rest of my life (unless of coarse I get Alzheimer or something, you know). It was an absolutely amazing evening.
Frankly, I still can't believe this. I'm done with the school for good and will go off to some college now. I'll be closing one chapter of my story and opening another one. I'll be meeting new people, experiencing new things and learning new stuff. In the next few months, I'll past school life, studying in the same building, travelling through the same route every day, and seeing the same faces every day. In the next few months, my life is going to change in so many ways and that is exciting and scary at the same time.

Of loneliness and satisfaction.

There's only one thing I ask for and that is to leave me alone when I want to be alone. It might sound absurd but lately I've found pleasure in my own company and doing everything exactly the way I want to. I don't know if I'm turning into some sort of sadist or whatever, but this phase is definitely temporary. I spend maximum time of the day in my room these days and the only time when I feel the need to get out is when I want to get something from the kitchen, etc, or I want to get fresh air to breathe in. My room is probably one of my favorite places, because I own it, but it can be suffocating too sometimes. Not that I have a problem with this suffocation because its sort of blissful in its own way, and it makes me grow and makes me comfortable anyhow. I know interacting with family and friends holds great important but then, what's the point of any sort of interaction when it doesn't make you happy? I'd rather stay away from them and live in my room, stepping into a different world, into my world.

Now or never.

I've always been the clumsy sort, going around, being wild and totally random. I see people around me putting their happiness on stake, for the sake of their goddamn priorities. They might be doing the productive thing, in regard of long terms. But I don't believe that my happiness should wait. Ever. Life isn't for tomorrow to live, its today. You never know your last breath is just around the corner.
I don't believe in the marked limitations and restrictions set up for me. I'll break rules and make mistakes. I wont let it bother me that someone's raising their eyebrow at me or their eyes are popping out at what I am up to. I won't let anyone or anything bring me down. I'll do the craziest of things to have the time of my life. I'll sneak out fearlessly to meet my favourite people. I'll have sleepless nights for weeks just to make the best memories. I'll have food eating competitions until I literally want to throw up. I'll smoke to an extend that I almost need to take a shower in deodorant to get rid of the smell. I'll skip and bunk tuitions for days and spend my imp hours in efforts to make my best friend's birthday memorable. I'll laugh my ass off at the most awkward situations. I'll unashamedly do the sickest dares in public. I'll do whatever makes me happy. Because life is happening, it's now, and I whatsoever need to make the most of it.

Here's to another year.

I may sound utterly immature but believe me when I say nye is something very dear to me. It's a moment of realisation, a time to provoke thoughts.
Another twelve months have flown by, leaving behind lots of memories, of love, of laughter, of pain, of loss, of happiness. The end of each year always makes me find myself wondering where the time has gone and why every year seems to pass quicker than the previous? Not only do I trace the year that just was, but I also somehow get stuck in time and wonder about life changing moments that have passed by and that will come in my journey. When I look back, I realise that everything, every single step I took and word I uttered, has led me to what and where I am today. I can't say I want to drown myself in regrets but I am definitely very nostalgic. I can't slow down time nor can I live forever (honestly, I’m not sure if would really want to, but that’s another story) but I certainly look back positively. Every moment needs to be lived while it lasts. I keep telling myself not to ponder over what could've and would've and should've happened, and keep smiling about what I've experienced so far.
I won't say I am not very hopeful and optimistic about the future of this world but already am excited about 2013. New opportunities will come, life changing decisions could be made and unbelievable things could happen. I am right now imagining how it would be, in my head, though honestly, nothing ever happens the way we imagine but at least I am looking at the right direction. Ahead.
So, here's to a new year. Of making new memories and cherishing the good times.

I don't understand...

...how someone can continue going on with their life while being so rude to everyone and having their mindset on this: I think I’m better than everyone else. Reality check! That’s not going to get you anywhere. Stop looking down on everyone else thinking they’re trash, they’re most likely a better person than you are. It doesn’t hurt to give out a little smile and actually be nice to others. It doesn't kill to compliment someone and brighten up their moods. It takes seconds to make someone's day better. Trust me.

Teenage depression.

The lows of life hit everyone every now and then but coping with blues is something I fail at. I look around myself, peek in the lives of others and honestly, they have got issues too. They have problems too. Actually much bigger problems than mine. Everyone has demons to fight with and their little battles to face. But there's some sort of hopelessness that resides in me and refuses to leave. It's like I can not run away from the place they belong to. The inner unease, the depression, the dissatisfaction. Sadness is additive. No matter how much I try to look to the positive side and tell my subconscious, my inner self, to stay optimistic, I fail. I fail at tying to be happy-going, and I sink deep into the depression again. Deeper than the last time, so deep that I become self destructive and I screw things in my life for my own self.

Religion and all that jazz.

I think I am falling away from my religion and I've become detached from praying. Not too long ago, I was one of those who pray five times a day and was a satisfied calm-minded person but in a short span of time, I have become very careless and ignorant in this regard. It's bothering me but I don't know how to simply get back on track. I question things, sometimes too much that any mullah would easily wanna label me as a non-Muslim, or whatever. A few weeks back, my own mother told me that I need to stop arguing about religion so much and that I sometimes sounds nothing but an atheist to her. I was seriously offended and horrified to hear that because that's like the last thing I would ever want to hear. I mean, I want to open my mind and voice my opinion, even if my voice quivers and even if everyone's against it. I don't want to be brainwashed about stuff but I don't want to loose my faiths either. I've lots of things I need to make up my mind about. Maybe I am little young for this, or maybe not too young. Whatever.

Misters > Sisters.

I was more of a sisters before misters sort but lately I think, I don't believe in the theory anymore. More than half of my friend circle consist of girls yet I believe that guys make better friends than girls. Frankly, what I appreciate about boys is that they are crude but honest, at least they say what they feel, which makes it easier to understand them and bond with them. Although, women are pretty understanding but men are more forgiving in nature. They don't skirt around issues, they don't pretend to like you to your face and gossip about you behind your back. They have less expectations, they are less judgmental and they don't hold grudges for long. To say the least, they are more flexible. More comfortable.

Rain, oh, rain.

As much as I love sunbathing, the droplets of water falling down from the high heavens have a special place in my heart too. I can not deny that I absolutely adore the shining, scorching and grueling summer sun but in the same way, the rain that pours in drives me completely crazy too. Just when the summer's humidity and fuming heat gets bothersome, it's the time for rain to liberate us. As water trickles down from the edges of windows, you feel whiff of a breath of utter freshness. The breeze that blows, the smell of earth and vibrant swirling energy as the rain crashes are just divine and romantic in nature. There's this hustle and bustle yet the calmness which rain brings with itself. Everything in exposure disarrays for a while and then the rain washes the dirt and filth away making the fields look fluorescent green and satisfying the thirst of parched land. Regardless of how the day went, rain melodies brighten the moods for sure. There's no traffic on the roads, school would often get cancelled irrespective of exams or whatever, the rains floods rural parts and there are many ofter conflicts and issues but for a little epoch, the rain brings a bizarre sort of joyful thrill and excitement with itself. The toddlers would often splash around in the muddy puddles and mum's would cook hot and saucy dishes while you can sit by your window and relish the scenario and enjoy it to fullest. This sheer blissful feelings of rain makes it worthwhile and my affection with rain would probably always reside within me.