Unaccepted

Blinded by light they see not who I am
Its blaze, its dazzle engulfs them all
It shines on them with the force of its lies
But the truth deep inside my darkness resides

I yearn to let the darkness out
Let it seep into the minds of those blind fools
Who believe the concealing, deceiving light
Believing only what they want to believe

I cry, I scream to be understood
To bare myself, my soul, my all
Only to be ignored my the mindless crowd
Not accepted for being what I am

Set in their ways they fear the darkness
Unnerved by its mysterious depths
Frightened, to delve into this enigma
Lest they see the demented truth

Hidden in the darkness seethes my soul
A sadist, hurting others to resolve my own hurt
Unable to break free from this ruthless chain
I lie here, alone, unaccepted.

Remember Me

If the fires of hell knock on your door
And the heartless wind blows evermore
Tremble not, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

If pangs of sorrow wreck your heart
And threaten to break it into countless shards
Cry not, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

If despair spreads through your very being
And frustration makes you want to scream
Don’t give up, my dear girl
Just close your eyes and remember me

And when the bright rays of joy
Shall suffuse your every bone
And hope shall descend from the sky
And all your troubles are gone

Remember me then my lovely friend
Remember me throughout your days
Whether you laugh, or cry, or roll your eyes
Remember me always.

Nameless

Amidst the crowd she walks unseen

She is nameless, her identity ignored

Unheard is her heart’s lament

And yet she struggles on

She works throughout the insatiable rain

She toils under the grueling sun

Her back is breaking, but the pain

Is incomparable to that of her broken heart

Alone she proceeds along the unending road

They have left her no place to call home

Her tears drip onto her tattered clothes

For her there is no way but onwards

And yet the dismal night passes

And as the gloom lifts before the dawn

The sun comes up on a cloudless sky

Invoking within her the first ray of hope

She smiles, a new day has begun.

The Misanthrope

Yaaaaaaaaawnnn!!... Alright. Today has been long and tiring. Seven continuous hours of atomic structure, friction forces and Geometric Progressions can be a hell lot more tiring than you can imagine, especially when it's combined with being all soaked from head to toe. I came back home an hour back and turned on my computer to check on our attempt to take over the world. This is what I get, being accused of "cynicism", "sarcasm" and "misanthropy"!!! Well, I don't really mind though... see, I like to believe that I belong to a rare social group of highly self-centered and narcissist people. Alright, not so rare. Although I still know I'm different from most other creatures that calls themselves humans. See? There I go again! Praising myself again. You know, I surprise my own esteemed self all the time by the extent of my esteem.
Well, my first post here. I'm Nimmi. People's views of me are very contradictory. They think I'm a loner, but then they find me sweet and friendly. They say I'm a cynic and then they come running to me for advice when in trouble. They find me annoying but they can't go a minute without my company. They find me the cutest, but they also find me the rudest. So, you can't really blame me for thinking of myself so highly.
As for this girl Jini. We weren't supposed to meet. At least not so soon. This was one of those "tricks" that God loves to play on you when you are as unique as I am. I was happy and frolicking in Muscat (Oman), but my gypsy dad decided that we had to move, move to a place I COMPLETELY didn't want to go. I remember resisting with all my might (even packing up my bags to runaway!!) But as i said,that little dictator you guys call "God" usually has special stuff planned for me. So I came to this complete alien place with as much reluctance as I could muster. We stayed at my dad's best friend's place. He has a daughter. My dad was all up about how I should be nice to her and not act like the complete biotch that I was being back then. I, however, had different plans. I wanted to give this girl the dirtiest treatment she had ever received. Oh! how nostalgic! The spite I had for destiny at that time was venomous!!
So my dad's best friend did everything to make me feel at home. That's when I stumbled upon this girl's bookshelf and I thought, maybe I could get her books if i was nice to her. So plans changed. Temptation took over spite.
I remember the time we first met. I was totally engrossed in one of HER books and by interrupting me at that point you could risk your life. ( You know, with the whole spite and concentration on the book and boredom summed up.) So she comes back from school, butts right in ( oh, alright! It was her room!!) and goes "hey!!" with the FLASHIEST smile I've ever seen. I couldn't really sulk at that big a smile so I smiled back. Then we got talking, and unfortunately, we had similar music tastes, she had books I wanted to read, and she had a big brother (the TOP most thing on my wishlist). So, yeah. We started off really weirdly and ended up somehow, as good friends. No. Great friends. Just when I thought I had had enough of "good friends" another one joined the list. Oh well, at least ONE good thing will come out of it (this blog.)
That's about all for now. Yeah, I know... not much of a post but hey, I'm not the writer here... I just like to jot stuff down. Creativity is not what my writing is appreciated for and I'm good with it.
On that note, I sign off.
All hail misanthropes and otakus!!
The Nimmi

Marching In The Rain

And another one by the one and only - Jini. Nimms, u had better catch up.

“The drum rolls started. We all formed a line, our heart beats increasing. The students gathered there to witness the ceremony started cheering. The moment had finally come! After weeks of waiting, it was finally here – the march to be sworn in! All of us were in perfect attire – hair left open stylishly, skirts 2 inches shorter than the prescribed height, pants worn WAY too low, shirts loosely untucked, girls wearing Kohl, guys wearing streaks…ya ya, I know this was not the ‘perfect’ image we were supposed to be portraying, but god help us, this was OUR moment in the spotlight and NOBODY and NOTHING was gonna steal it from us.

How wrong we were.

The drums stopped suddenly. The cheering died down and was replaced by shrieks instead, as everyone ran for cover. It was raining. Heavily. Again. This was the fourth time this had happened. The ceremony was once again postponed because of the rain.
We stood there, our hair and clothes soaked, the rain drenching not only our bodies but our spirits as well. It always came to this. After weeks of excruciating practice, it was all going to be postponed.

As we stood there dejected, we all of a sudden heard a commotion. Looking up, we saw all the students standing in the balconies, standing there and cheering for us again! The drum rolls started again. Was this for real? We formed our lines once again and proceeded, the raindrops splattering on our cheeks, the cool wind carrying the sounds of the drum. And there, surrounded by rain, amidst all the cheering, we marched! We marched and took our places as the new council of Navrachana!”

This was 2 years ago. I still remember that day, and the year following it when I acted as the General Secretary of my house. That day, I had been given a choice – to become the General Secretary or to be an editor of the school newsletter The Scanner. I chose the former. I have never regretted my decision since. I have many good memories of that year, some bad ones as well admittedly, but all in all, it was a very enriching experience. I learnt a lot being the General Secretary and one of the most important decisions I learnt was to try new things, so as to have new experiences, new memories that I can cherish forever. And that is why this year when the Swearing In Ceremony march will take place, I will be among the people cheering, cheering the new council as the new Chief Editor of the Scanner.

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--

The art of writing---
No one really knows it
No one can master it
It's something which is unattainable
But in the effort to achieve it
Wonders are created
Miracles are born
And the great poets and writers who strive for it.....
They are immortalized.
Ahem
When o when did I get so corny?
I think I''ll return to normal text now.

Sorry for that. Sometimes, I don’t know what comes over me. Anyway, BRING OUT THE FANFARE, BRING OUT THE CHEERS, BECAUSE JINI AND NIMMI’S BLOG IS FINALLY INITIATING!!!! WOOOooooOOOOT!!!! Which basically means that you unlucky bastards will be forced to read about our lives, our lies, and our blatantly idiotic posts. So BEWARE! YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED!!! And if you manage to keep reading our blog right till the moment when inspiration becomes a stranger to us, I heartily congratulate you and commend you on your endurance and perseverance. You have the basic requirements for joining the army!

WHY, you may be asking now, if this is Jini and Nimm’s joint blog, is only Jini writing the first post? Well, it went something like this –

jini: okay now lets start with the first damn post already.
Im starting; join when necessary.
the art of writing---
no one really knows it
no one can master it
its something unattainable
but in the effort to achieve it
wonders are created
miracles are born
and the great poets and writers who strive for it.....
they are immortalised
Nimmi: ...
jini: ...?
Nimmi: go on!
jini: u say something now
Nimmi: me?? me????
jini: yes u
now go on
this is how we’ll write the first post
i write
and then u write
and then i compile and edit
Nimmi: oh well.. i was just wondering how you're gonna make amazing efforts at a cool entry.. n i completely blunder it..
jini: and then u find an amazing pic
Nimmi: i already hav a pic
jini: yaaaaaaaay!!!
Nimmi: for our profile
jini: show me
Nimmi: ull c..
so do the posr now..
post*
jini: nooooooo
Nimmi: im editin profile here
jini: its OURR blog
OUR
Nimmi: i noe i noe!!
jus do it..
with "my" consent
jini: nooooo
Nimmi: JINI!!
finish tht post!
jini: but u have to contributre
Nimmi: im doing the profile
jini: we were gonna do it together!

- and so on it went till I finally succumbed to her stubbornness and decided to just go on with the post and bad mouth her along (U HEAR THAT NIMMS? U SUCK!). So now the first post happens to be about – that’s right – ME. And how proud I am to finally start a blog. And how much I am regretting starting it with an unwilling freak (THAT’S RIGHT NIMMS THAT’S YOU I AM REFFERING TO).

Looking back now, there are a lot of things I have done and was proud of, which in hindsight seem stupid and unnecessary. But each of them, all these trivial occurrences, add to what I am, who I am today – still with faults, still not perfect, but satisfied with being just me.
And the irony is that one day, I will be reading this again and will feel EXACTLY THE SAME.

Anyway, most of you don’t know me too well. So I’ll give a short intro. Who am I? I am Jini. I am mature, and yet naïve and innocent. I know everything about what goes on around me, and yet am blissfully unaware of everything. I am a selfish bitch, and yet love to care for others. I am a controversy. I am also a self declared freak, ergo the nonsensical intro. But once you actually get to know me, you’ll understand what it means.

I am a dreamer; I stay in my own world. If you ask me what sets me apart from everyone else, it would be my imagination. It is my greatest strength, but also my greatest weakness. I know someday, my world, the world I have created, will be shattered and I will have to face harsh reality. But till then, I will continue doing the one thing I am good at – I will keep dreaming.

I love books, anime and manga. We both do (ya ya I mentioned you Nimms but so what? Its not that I like you or anything). We love songs. Behind every song there is a story – one you’ll be transported too every time you hear the song. Songs are amazing things. They are mood controllers.

Talking about moods, I have recently realized that I have some sort of leak in the place where I store all my negative emotions. There is also possibly a serious leak in my memory, but that is a different story. Every time I feel angry, pissed, irritated, frustrated etc., I can never seem to retain those emotions for too long and 5 minutes later, I am back to my regular cheery self. I try so hard to remain like that for some more time, to relish these feelings, but I just can’t seem to. Which is infuriating. But only for 5 minutes. Regarding jealousy, I can (thankfully) retain the given-up jealousy. But the mean-I-hate-you jealousy just doesn’t stay! I actually gave my crush’s girlfriend advice on why NOT to be angry with him just because he has been ignoring her lately. HOW MUCH MORE PATHETIC CAN YOU GET? Well, anyway, my decision is this – the world is full of people in a permanent state of anger, cynicism and sarcasm (read Nimmi); it doesn’t need one more. So, from today, I take the vow to not WANT to remain angry, pissed, irritated, frustrated etc, and if feeling the above mentioned emotions to keep listening to Linger – The Cranberries (AWESOME song) until I cool down (That’s right Nimms, I am not angry anymore. I still luuurrrve you <3).> I am a bubbly, happy girl and I intend to remain that way.

-- Finis –

The intro not the post. Though it was more of a self evaluation than an intro. Sooowwwwieeee for dragging it so long. I’ll just quickly finish and relieve you from having to read any more (aren’t I nice?). Right so this post was written by yours truly – Jini and the blog photo was put up by Nimmi. Not good so far Nimms. If this goes on, I SHALL TAKE OVER THE BLOG AND YOU WILL BECOME JUST A PASSING REFERENCE MUUUUUUUUAHAHAHAHAA. So retaliate fast and post something.

Oh and the reason we decided to start this blog was so that the misanthrope and the otaku could join forces to relate their daily adventures together AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!! Just thought you should know, seeing as how you will also be taken over. So anyway, till next time adieu!!!