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R E A L I T Y: A façade.

I stare at the stars in awe,
and watch them twinkle,
and I whisper to myself,
you will be high up one there.

But then I grow up
and you tell me
the stars don’t twinkle
and they’re just small dots.

You tell me they’re
not where I think they are,
they’re not as beautiful
as I thought they were.

You tell me I’m not as
beautiful as I thought I was.
not as wondrous
as I thought the world was

You tell me the world runs
in a monotone of colors,
and a routine whipped to death
by mother nature.

You tell me there’s no
treasure at the end of the rainbow,
the sky is not actually blue,
and the stars are all dead.

The sun rises later than
I think it does.
The sun sets earlier than
I see it.

But then you talk of
my stars
and planets and all
these things I can’t fathom.

Then you tell me
all this is real
even though I can’t see it.

Is reality a robbery of this façade I made in my head?
Is this façade, beautiful beautiful façade in my head, reality

do crazy things.

chop your hair

roughly

with uneven edges

with a blade.

 

scribble profanity

poetry in your

notebook,

with colorful pens.

 

grow your nails

till you eat

dirt along with

your food.

 

grow your leg

and armpit hair

and wear goddamn

shorts and tank-tops.

 

take a walk

along the beach

waves, till you

urge to drown.

 

collect beautiful

sea- shells

and break them

with all your might.

 

burn your

poetry journal

and watch

your words ablaze.

 

cry while

listening to music

you hate,

on high volume.

 

drink a bottle

of beer,

and puke

your guts out.

 

sniff things

you got on your

bar night,

and dream.

 

scratch the dandruff

off your scalp

till you

feel blood.

 

do crazy things.

life’s too fucking

short to dance

to people’s needs.

 

 

My First MUN

MUN, Model United Nations, is exactly what the name suggests. You represent a country, meet with others to deliberate over the agenda, and after hours of discussion, and a plethora of inputs from different countries, all the head of states(in this case, delegates) come to a conclusion and draft a resolution.

My very first MUN took place within the bounds of my school, and it immediately struck me as very interesting. Having a never-ending thirst for knowledge, and as someone that loved learning new things, Model United Nations, paired with research and the interaction with elite delegates of my age, really piqued my interest.

The Intra-school MUN to put it plainly, was simply the tip of the iceberg. In committee, I debated with classmates, whose terrain I knew really well. I knew exactly where they would be vulnerable, and played it conveniently to my strengths.

On June 15 and 16, I got to attend my first Inter-school MUN. As much as I was nervous, I was hugely pumped for the opportunity. I prepped like a crazy person, although looking back now, my genuine piece of advice would be that you have never prepped enough. How much ever hard you had researched, there would be some bits you would have possibly missed out on, so KEEP PREPPING!

I represented CNN in the International Press Corps committee, and it was an amazing experience! I thoroughly enjoyed the lively debate and gained a lot of insight into how hardcore MUN circuits worked, how competitive delegates were (pretty darn competitive, I would say.) and how to make the best of your MUNs.

If you love to debate, or love to research, or love to sit back and spectate human conflict, this the place for you. Introverted, or extroverted or ambiverted, GO FOR IT. Don’t go for the awards, go for the experience, the awards will eventually show up.

Don’t be afraid to ask questions in committee, even if it is a question on the rules of procedure. Go full-on with the questions, give your best shot, and don’t forget to enjoy the food. (MUN circuits also have amazing food!)

Döden (a depiction of a liberating death, by artist Janis Rozentāls)

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Death cloaked in white.
Her feminine features glinting off her face,
As she slowly approaches a sleeping me,
And tucks the hair behind my ear,
“Quite a life you’ve lived, huh?” she whispers,
as I lull into my eternal sleep.
She gently carries my soul,
As she leaves behind a scent of roses,
before the rot settles in.

A layman’s guide to mug cakes

The origins of this obsession can be traced back to 4 years. That’s when I found a recipe to this and made it for the first time for me. Need I even describe the experience?

What’s amazing about a mug cake?

  • it’s happiness come in a mug!
  • SOOO easy to make!
  • short and sweet process.
  • it’s CAKE y’all.
  • you can top it with literally anything

Ever since I made it, I’ve been obsessed with it, and next followed multiple experiments and improvisations to the recipe, and I can proudly say now I’m an expert at mug cakes.

So my recipe goes like this:

Things you’ll need:

  • flour
  • milk
  • cocoa powder (unsweetened)
  • sugar
  • butter
  • baking soda
  • a fork
  • salt

How to make this:

  • take a dry mug and add 2 and a half tablespoons of flour.
  • add sugar based on your stress levels. for good outcome I would recommend 1 tablespoon of sugar.
  • add 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder (unsweetened)
  • now, add 1 cup of milk and whisk well with your fork.
  • add 1 teaspoon of butter and 1 teaspoon of baking soda.
  • add a pinch of salt for professionalism.
  • mix this in well, and heat for 3 mins in a microwave.
  • NOTE: AFTER MIXING IN EVERYTHING, MAKE SURE YOUR UNCOOKED BATTER ISN’T ABOVE HALF THE LEVEL OF THE MUG, OR ELSE IT’S GOING TO OVERFLOW.
  • wash the fork you used to mix the batter, with water, and dry. use to eat the cake.
  •  if it’s an extra stressful day add a scoop of ice cream.

AAAND YOU’RE DONE.

YOU CAN SHARE YOUR RESULT WITH ME ON INSTAGRAM @crazylittlerowling.

  • extra shit to keep in mind: you can substitute the cocoa powder with chocolate syrup or even better, with dark chocolate chunks.
  • just remember to melt the chunks before adding milk. half to quarter a bar of chocolate would work.
  • you can skip the salt and butter if you’d want.

 

Misfit.

I look around and think “I will fit.”

But will I be a perfect piece

to complete the puzzle?

 

Will I be the one piece

that will make a difference?

I breathe in confusion.

 

What if I don’t fit here?

What if I bring down

the puzzle altogether?

 

I snuggle myself in

the spaces found,

but I am not warmed.

 

I find my mind freezing ,

to the point where I think

I don’t belong in this world.

 

My mind squirms

to corners of warmth

to get more frostbitten.

 

I breathe cold exhaustion

and exasperation,

among tears that adorn my skin.

 

I blink among the tears

and look around, with

foggy eyes and an evident mind.

 

I see that I don’t belong

to a puzzle piece.

I don’t make a picture complete.

I am a beautiful complete picture.

-Shashvathi S H

(hoping to see with an evident mind, and embrace the complete picture I am.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angels that set the world on fire.

I see faces that stare into mirrors everyday, as they die,
I lunge those souls that breathed their last,
of surprise and thoughtfulness on to my shoulders,
and carry them to my abode of sleep.

But this one, I did not.
This one, stared at the mirror as she felt the monsters lurk behind her.
She looked at her face and smiled as though,
the monsters were going to gift her.
The monsters stabbed her with pleasure.
But she smiled on at the mirror.
I picked her cold body off of her blood,
and cried out “Why?”
“These monsters saved me from angels,
that would set me on fire,
And watch me shed my last drop of blood.”
-Shashvathi S Hariharan
 

Chaos- poetry.

C H A O S

Lungs filled with smoke,
Eyes covered in fog,
Mouth stuffed with sand,
Mind gelled out into chaos.

Living among scrunched up
paper and meagre amounts of ink,
I live art and
breathe Magic.

My mind tangled
amongst twists in my hair,
and the scent of
far fetched memories.

My lips burnt
of biting in doubt and anger.
My soul yearns to feel
warmth that singes, yet comforts.

My eyes simmer in pain,
my heart shrinks in ache,
my hands burn from scars,
my feet buckle under agony.

Is life truly a balance?
Is doubt in reality, fear
sheathed among layers?
Is my heart truth or my mind sane?

Questions linger in my mind
Mending my brain
into stitched up layers of fabric
But should I fear or embrace them?

Life is truly a choice between
Embrace and embarrass,
For not all glitters are gold,
And not all are to be embraced.

I sigh as I breathe confusion
Exhale madness
And consume guilt
And expel passion.

This is a barf of some recent thoughts that gel in my mind. Thought I should share it. Don’t ponder too much over it, sometimes I’m truly crazy.

Yours truly

CrazyLittleRowling  ; )