What does ‘being busy’ feel like?

Firstly

And now…Warning:

• Some random thoughts on ‘being busy’
  
• Just an apology…well, kind of.

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What is this elusive phenomenon?

What does it mean to be busy?

JFC, repetitive much?

It’s been a hectic few months and I-…wait, do I sound annoying enough? How about if I say, “Oh, these past few months have been just too busy for me to even think about entertaining myself outside of work”? How annoying is that?

Well how about, “I was just so busy with work that it was impossible for me to waste any time anywhere else, so terribly sorry”? Annoying enough now?

Existential crisis? I really don’t have time for this.

Same.

(Warning:

• Reflecting on life
• High on a headache numbing pain killer, so this time the ‘babble’ tag definitely fits
  
• Dan Howell loving)

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An existential crisis is the moment when an individual questions the very foundation of their life; and whether or not their life has any meaning, purpose, or value.

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This is obviously off to a great start. I could think of so many better things to rant about, but right now I’m going with this, because my mind occasionally despises me.

There are many things that result in me looking like this from time to time.

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Balance

I’d love to be lost somewhere beautiful

(WARNING:

• A whole lot of wishful thinking
• Nostalgia
• As always, cozy up.)

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It’s impossible to not love traveling

Human beings are curious creatures, and that curiosity translates into exploration. Being an explorer is, in my opinion, a most interesting way to live. What’s better than having ‘travels the world and discovers a new life everyday’ in your Twitter/Instagram/What’sIt’sName’s description bio? Nothing.

About

wannabe writer*

WHO IS THIS WOMAN?? BORED, CRAZY, HYPERACTIVE, OR JUST MISUNDERSTOOD?

Yashasvi Bansal is an accounting student, who, while trying to make most of her ‘free’ time, took up blogging and she writes about her love for everything and anything that catches her fancy.

That’s enough of me talking about myself in the third person.

Do you remember the first time you tasted chocolate?

What about the first time you saw the moon from a different corner of the world, and loved it just a little bit more? Never mind that, let’s get to the food.

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(Warning:

• A food/love/food love filled paragraph ahead
• Graphic food porn and gifs) 

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Because sometimes, to love, is to be. At least when it comes to food and travel.

It is with a large amount of apprehension, that I, pessimist and cynic extraordinaire among all my family and friends, find myself writing an article about my love for something. Usually it’s either hate, or misery, or derision, or awe, or all(which is my favorite).

But something magical happens every once in a while, when instead of facing the world with my God gifted Resting Bitch Face, I face it with a smile. (underlined rhyme, because I’m a poet now, apparently)

What’s funny? Deadpool.

(Warning:

• Deadpool Geeking
• Foul Language
• Random Babbling
• Lots of Gifs)

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Why is it that the most offensive jokes are usually also the funniest?

Image courtesy: SomeECards

Looking at my depressingly bland internet feed the other day(Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, you name it), I couldn’t help but notice the amount of ‘memes’ that hogged, and have hogged for a long while now, most of the limelight on social media.

Now, being a serial loather of all internet slangs since the inception of ‘yolo’, I initially ignored them.

My first ever second blog post!

View from my balcony. #ProPhotographyYo

(Warning:

• Excuse me while I turn into a huge sunset dork here.
• Some gifs and photographs ahead
• And also, cozy up because this is gonna be long)

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The reality of admiring sunsets of all things

Looking out my bedroom window in the evenings out of sheer boredom/madness/insanity sometimes, I am compelled to take pictures of, or write something about the sunset, but I know that they won’t be anywhere near as pretty as anyone else’s, so I don’t usually bother at all.

Not only because I don’t have the skill or the equipment or the eye for it, but also because I am an extremely lazy girl.

Why on Earth did I start a blog?

(Warning: There be gifs ahead.)

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I can’t recall the first time I ever thought of starting a blog of my own.

Was it when I saw ‘Sherlock’,  and in that, retired army doctor John Watson’s carefully mapped out words, not innuendo laden(unfortunately), but somewhere quite close to it, wherein he described his affection, praise, and admiration for his flatmate/companion/soul mate (yes, I am a JohnLock shipper) as subtly as possible? A clever way to make his readers believe they were reading this dynamic- duo’s latest (mis)adventures, when in reality, it was nothing but a personal diary of an otherwise stoic man, who only came alive in the face of danger, oh so readily provided by his tall and  dashing ‘friend’.