To die a happy Man

Death isn’t knew to me. It’s one of my oldest memories. I watched my grand father as he breathed his final breath. He wasn’t scared. I recognised nothing but acceptance and peace in his face. In that moment, it dawned on me. That’s the goal. To die a happy man. And live with no regrets.

You’ve lived a good life if those who wish you weren’t gone are greater in number than those who want you dead. 

Die in peace, if there are people out there who hold on to the little things you said. 

Today, tomorrow, may be years later. 

You will be gone. Not to a better place. Just gone; without a trace. 

If life is nothing but a story, just make it a good one, right? 

-Sincerely, The Obsessive Writer. 

A Walk Down the Memory Lane…

It is more annoying than ironic. You know, those times when you’re not supposed to be doing something, but everything else you do just reminds you of that thing? Those of you, who saw the sticky I left on my page, might know of my recent cut-back on blogging to work on quality posting. So, every song I listen to, literally everything that happens just gave me something new to write about. I held it in and decided to let my resolution last at least a week. The only thing in my head was, “what am I going to write about then?” As I endlessly pondered over that and scribbled down random ideas onto a post-it, I made up my mind to do myself some justice by actually writing on something, that I feel passionate over right now. At last, the “ah! I get to blog” moment has arrived!

Just a little over a week ago my senior year at school started, and it has not been good. I sit through the English classes where my teacher recites poems that I’d normally enjoy. This one in particular was practically laughing in my face!


Tell me not, in mournful numbers

 Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.  

 H.W.Longfellow, A Psalm of Life.                                             

But now, I’m like, enough with the advice. It’s easier said than done. The only thing that even gives me any happiness is reminiscing about the good old days of my 11th grade. Writing is the one other thing that makes me happy so I decided to put it together and give myself a treat of sorts! 😀 High-school is where the adolescence reaches an age of maturity and well, semi-clarity in life. As for me, it was way more than just a year in high-school. Everything I learned, all the friends I made, the better tuned version of myself that I became, it is all that made it an unforgettable year. Being a teenager has its own perks. In all these years of growing up I’ve had some of the most epic ones at that!

All the days I spent laughing with my friends at the “supposedly cool” people who were so obviously lame, I still remember how my stomach hurt from all the laughing. The inside jokes with my bestie was my favorite part. The knowing laughs, all those hysterical days, I know I’ll always treasure them and then, those hormonal days. Now that I think of them all I can do is laugh at my own delusional self. Each day I spent living every Taylor Swift song ever made, I’ve got to say, they were admittedly exciting. 😀 The girl drama I didn’t enjoy but turned out to excel at as though it were some inborn trait, the friendly feuds, the gangs and oh my teachers! The recollection has just got me so emotional right now.

Ashtrays and heartbreaks

I lost some, let’s toast to one

so raise a glass to the memories

set ‘em free and fill up all those ashtrays,

fill up all those ashtrays.

–  Miley Cyrus, Ashtrays and Heartbreaks.

As exciting as the world sounds, it also seems quite scary. Not having my people around is going to be a lot of change, not being in school, I mean. When I realize that this is all just for another year, I just sit here with an empty feeling inside of me. As I go on filling up my ashtrays, there is this positive part of me that thinks maybe things will be different. Change can be good or bad. It all depends on how one looks at it. Maybe there are more than just “Big bad wolves” out there. Maybe I’ll have a decent life for myself. Ah, the maybes, so much room to dream, dream of a passionate and exciting life. Whatever has to happen, will happen. For now, I’m just going to plug my headphones on, and travel the road less traveled.

I don’t intend to play it safe

I’ve gotta move to find my place

I wasn’t born for small talk crowds

I know what I want and it’s not in this town

I don’t wanna just survive

I’m gonna hit the road,

I’m gonna drive

I’ve hit the highway

And I’m not coming home,

I’m gonna drive

– Vanessa Hudgens, Drive.

Family is everything.

I bet you didn’t see that coming! 😀

An entire post about family. What does that make you think? As for me, a title like that? The first thing that would shoot right out of my brain would be an overwhelming amount of sympathy, because my preliminary assumption would be that the person was recovering from some serious set-back through the most popular “family bonding” routine. Well, maybe that is because I personally go to family as a last resort. Never knew why though. Meh, anyway, this is me getting nostalgic looking at old photos of me and my family from back when I was a tiny little lump of joy! 😀

We aren’t the conventional family. Regardless. Like every other kid, my dad is my hero and mom is my favourite woman. It was always that way for me. Although they weren’t very fond of each other, me, I was their little girl. Throughout my childhood I was always that lucky kid with the cool dad. I was my father’s princess and he’d get me the whole world if I asked for it. I know what you think, some of you might think he was spoiling me. To those of you, I have to say, my dad raised me in the best possible way. I was a happy kid because of him and that happiness was the ultimate reason behind my confidence. Even as a kid I was fearless, not easily intimidated and I always believed that I deserved the world. I still believe in all that and that is why I am the overachiever I am today.


My Dad was big on morals. But he wasn’t ever that guy who would ask me to turn the other cheek. Right from kindergarten, he always said, “Give people only what they deserve. That is all you’re required to do” . My dad is a lot of things, impressive things at that. The reason as to why he was my hero was his personality. I always admired him, his attitude. He’s the most influential man I’ve ever met. He can make anything happen, persuade anyone into doing anything.  I get my charms from him! 😀

My Mother was a whole different story. My Dad was smart, my Mom was brainy. The first thing I remember about her is that she always knew everything. She’s that mad scientist type of person. You just go around observing their every activity and that is amusing all by itself. She taught me pride and self-respect. That insane feminist inside of me, that’s all mom! The best thing about her is that she is brutally honest. She is my best critic. There was never any sugar-coating in my life. I always had a good idea about who I was and what I am capable of. All that I have no one but Mom to thank for. Among the two, she was the strict parent. Being the brat I was, I totally needed someone to keep me in line. 😀 She’d just laugh. Ah, that cheerful laugh, each time my mischief got a little out of hands. Being adored by a mother is the greatest feeling in the world.


Mom was always more of a friend to me. With her I always felt equal. I could share anything with her and she’d always value my opinion in things. She’d never write me of as a blabbing kid. She made me love life with her endless stories of how fun life could be. She shared all of life’s philosophies with me and made me want to have my own philosophy, my own ideas and values. She taught me to be open-minded and give new things a chance. That is the reason behind the acceptance for life in me. The way she faced everything in life, without a flinch, it inspired me in ways words cannot explain.

It wasn’t just my parent’s who moulded me. Maybe I didn’t have siblings, but my cousins, they were just as good. In fact I always referred to them as my brother and sister. My big brother showed me how to lose myself and have fun. He influenced me to be the happy person I am and my sister, she simply made me, me. She pushed me to have my own original personality and went through life with me as the greatest sister in the world! My grandpa was my best friend and Grams is the kindest person in the world, who always, very subtly taught me life’s most important lessons.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not from the same honey pot. What matters is that you stick together through thick and thin. Family is what you make it.
– Winnie the Pooh.

Family has doesn’t always have to be blood related. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough, you meet people who you know will do anything for your happiness. Those people, they’re family too. It’s more about the love and care than the DNA. It isn’t necessary for you to have been with them all your life. In the little while you’ve known them, the experiences, the gut feeling, you just know who is family and who isn’t. I guess, I am just glad to be this lucky to have met them. Loving parents, that’s not very uncommon, but these people, only I have them and I will be insanely proud forever! 😀 🙂

No matter what comes or goes, family is the best thing and it is forever. Family never let’s go. It is always there for you, through thick and thin and it will always believe in you, one hundred percent. Well, I know mine does. I am forever grateful. What about you?

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