Kamna's Blog

I realised recently that I have visited a whole bunch of countries whose flags have just white and red in them. As someone whose knowledge about flags is zero, this was quite eye opening. So I thought, why not visit all countries whose flags just contain white and red? Life is long enough :) Soooo I've been to: 🇯🇵 Japan 🇵🇱 Poland 🇭🇰 Hong Kong I must go to: 🇲🇨 Indonesia 🇮🇩 Monaco 🇦🇹 Austria 🇱🇻 Latvia 🇸🇬 Singapore 🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇭 Switzerland 🇩🇰 Denmark 🇧🇭 Bahrain 🇹🇷 Turkey 🇹🇴 Tonga 🇹🇳 Tunisia 🇬🇱 Greenland 🇵🇪 Peru 🇲🇹 Malta

How well each day turns out is pretty much equal to which version of you decided to play frontwoman that morning. Today, being a Sunday, seems to have allowed my inner disciplinarian to show up. Of course, she does show up unannounced, but my other alter ego - insufferably spoilt child-adult is always armoured and ready to beat her down to a pulp. I wonder a lot about self-love and I know now, probably always have known, that self-love is almost entirely dependent on self-discipline. It's crazy how much leeway you can give yourself in the name of being lazy, or tired, or lazy because of being tired, or worse: both. I initially opened up my laptop to binge House of Cards but then somehow landed on here, writing about what I'm feeling, rather than doing what I seem to do every Sunday anyway. I am guilty. I am guilty of letting my life pass me by and it's because I am Brutus-ing. I am torn between doing something and doing nothing about my problems. I am slowly inching ...

Why I made my blog private for so many months Why I woke up one day and felt like it was something to hide Why I felt like it wasn't readable Just because it felt private all of a sudden? To share with the world so openly my musings To tell stories To write garbled songs of seemingly meaningless (or meaningful) meaning Maybe. But tonight I was reading a post. A really good post I wrote. And I felt like I couldn't relate to the talent that was the writing. The sheer volume of humour. The snide wit. The sneaky punnage. I felt ashamed. And I felt like I shyed away from that writer. And in doing so I forgot how to write. Readership or not, writing doesn't have to stop. But in my case, my writing did stop. My writing depended on the blog being private or public. I think. I really don't know though.

Why do I write? -I write because writing to me feels therapeutic, and it is a very safe and fun outlet for my thoughts. I feel confident, and I get clarity of thought through this medium of expression. I feel empowered to say whatever I want. It feels good to, basically. Why is my blog public? -Why do I need to have all my misc writings up for the world to see? I don't know. I don't particularly enjoy the limelight and not everyone knows that I even have a blog or that I am sort of a writer. I have a few close friends who do know that I blog. There are times when things happen, for example all my travel experiences, and I write so much about it that when you ask me I'd be so out of words. Having this blog then for them to read makes things easier, and saves me the trouble of having the same conversations. And, I'd rather write than speak anyway. Why this blog is public is also because I like to see visitors from everywhere. It's exciting to know that someone fr...

Dear You, This is probably the gayest post I will have ever written. Actually I might write a lot gayer shit once we find each other (saying once I find you seems like I did all the work of finding). But I hope this is the gayest post anyway. Dear you who I will love ridiculously too much in the future. You and I have not met yet and am 20 so I have enough time. I think by 40 you should come around or I should come around to where you are (in case you're in Estonia or something.) Okay, you. I am deeply infatuated with the idea that we'll have a very nicely dramatic journey over which I will get to use all the many love songs I love so dearly on, to and for you. I don't think of myself to be a romantic person because that sounds gay in my head. (not gay in the homosexual way in case readers of this are a little too ignorant or sensitive but gay in the lame kind of sense. I only use gay for lack of a better word. I am unfortunately not as progressively good at my English.) ...

I love this woman, she's given me a lot! Music and other wise :) Chemistry The Competition Lullaby For The Taken I Will Never Forget I Like Giants Underground Cheers =D

"Nothing" "Sometimes"

My very own YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!!  >>>> CLICK I do covers on my guitar, sometimes without (if I don't like the chords ;)) and am working on some originals too!

It was impulse that brought about what I did that made what everything else that happened, happen. Afterward I was in hysterics. This was followed by a numbness which brought about a kind of depression when everything, life, all seemed futile. The depression got severe with each day. Fighting with the numbness it finally broke into full force a week after. The gravity of what I did started to dawn upon me. It was then that it fully hit me. I felt sad, deeply, immensely sad. For about another week this lasted, didn't feel like just a week though. After this, I felt fine. Just fine. Not happy. But fine. The sad thoughts no longer propelled me to tears. I could handle it. Almost. This is the last week. Come Saturday, it shall be a month since it happened. Goodbyes are always hard. They're harder still when it's one-sided. I won't say I am sorry for myself, but yes I am sorry for what I did. But not sorry enough to want to undo it. I am just sorry enough to wish I ...

This maybe a tad too corny, but I think it’s time I wrote my own little list of things I love (doing). Red wine and chocolate covered strawberries. And mint Lindt . Potato chips. And French fries. Um, actually basically anything edibly awesome. The sky at the time of dusk. Making lists like these, they’re fun! :) Going down and walking in the area on little errands preferably with a shopping list. Sitting all day with one unputdownable book, in one place, fully engrossed and detached from the real world. Listening to music in the dead of the night in the dark and thinking about the strangest things. Having those philosophically intriguing deep PROductive conversations. On sudden impulse, going to the garden for a mind-clearing walk, on random evenings, when I happen to have nothing to do. Reminiscing looking at old photos, and listening to those memory-filled songs. Clicking new photos, and creating new memories in new songs. :) Being ambitiously aimless about my career. I swear, it...

Dear Readers, Since I've decided I HAVE to blog today, since I've allowed myself the crime to not blog in May, which by the way is a holiday month for me, and which by the way is the month I thought I'll blog my most-est, here I am, on the final day of May satisfying my conscience. So to say. I'm weird I know. I thought that this month, because I had so much spare time, I'd have all the time in the word to sit and pen down all my 9 story ideas(Yeah, NINE). But inspiration was not to come, and hence no writing faithful(I doubt) readers. Let me tell you about this holiday. For something to blog about. (Damn, am I sad) I joined Dance Class. Oh yeah. Not just any dance class. BOLLYWOOD dance. Hell yeah. Picture me dancing wobbly-ly. Funny eh. I'm so bored right now. I'm just writing for the heck of it. NO good. Second, I did the HDFC SLIC thing. How nice. Professional :P I participated in a NATIONAL Scrabble tournament! :) ('bout the highlight of this holida...

I've lost friends before. It hurts yeah, but most times it makes sense, and there's not much emotional involvement, so it's get-over-able. Sometimes, when you give too much, actually all times when you do, you end up hurt. This is just a little something for someone I've not exactly lost, but we've lost touch, and that sucks. You know how it is. Shit happens all the time. Just so all you friends of mine know, although sometime I hog the conversation and make everything about me. I have been told I have narcissistic tendencies, and I'm most times the conversation-hogger. Remember, that I love you! Here it goes: I miss you everyday. I miss talking to you. I miss everything about you. You kept me sane. Without you life is not the same. Ha ha that rhymed. I need to talk to you we must meet. You won't even read this. I hate it. I hate that you've disappeared. You're my only true friend. You know me. You know all there is to know. That's probably why ...

GUESS WHAT! The Kamna folder is found. Peace and Tranquility has been restored! YaY! :D I am awesome! So much for nothing. Wait, though, this does NOT nullify the last post. The No-Facebook thing is still on! yay yay yay yay yay!

At first it seemed like a tragedy. A life threatening tragedy. That is what change constitutes doesn't it though? And so I looked at it from a different angle. It is what you want to make it to be. I've been wondering why life's passing so fast. These past two years have passed in haste. Too fast, too hazy for me to remember anything that's been worthwhile. Days pass, and this emptiness just keeps on building. There's nothing to do. In fact, there's no inspiration to do. There are several things on my mind, but nothing here. Nothing ever. It's when you lose things that you realize it's value. It's also only when you lose things that you learn to live without them. I've been collecting my personal pictures for the past five years. 2000 of them. And I lost them yesterday. This weekend has been so life changing. I know now what to do. I totally mind-blogged in the bathroom an hour ago. But now somehow the whole flow is gone. But heck, that's not...

Read all the classics Help someone in a truly remarkable and life changing way Paint Attend an Opera Witness a Ghost Have a Near Death Experience, only to value life more than I do now Reunite with old friends Get very inspired Star in a Movie or a Play Learn Accents Try Stand up comedy Acquire a Phd. in any language, or maybe Psychology or Philosophy Be able to make the life of an invalid(s) better Learn sign language Shave my head Discover certain mysteries of life Make my rating in Scrabble in the 2000s Get amazingly good at other smart games like Chess and Go Be part of something big, world-changing Write alot And have readers for my writing Volunteer alot for Librivox or Recordings for the Blind Make amends Change for the good

Today's the day. Today's the day I'll put my foot down. Today's the day I'll finally do what must be done. Not tomorrow. Not tonight. Now is the time. The only time. I'll listen to the songs I've had for so long but have never heard. I'll listen to you and you and all of you and all you'll have to say. I'll listen to me. I'll do what I think I should do and do it today and not wait for the time I'll not want to do any of the things I wanted it to do before anymore. I'll make those calls. I'll get up early. I'll speak my mind. I'll be honest and real and only smile when it's genuine. I'll be more on my toes. I'll stick to what I need to do and not distract myself or let other things distract me. I'll not like anyone for sometime. I'll be more obedient. I'll not raise my voice. I'll not be lazy. I'll read more. I'll not waste so much time on the computer. I'll read the paper everyday. ...

I took the 43 Things Personality Quiz and found out I'm a Self-Knowing Traveling Builder

A- Albino. don't know why, it just came to me! B- Babies, I love babies, I wish I was surrounded by 100 babies all the time. Small babies but, as soon as they turn 3 they get annoying. C- Cinderella . Its my favourite movie of all time. Timeless. D- ? I'm thinking..D for dapple?! D for Dall? D for Dog!. yay ! E- Elephants. I love elephants. cute animals.. F- Frog. Fish fry, fanatics. don't like either! G- Godzilla! I liked that movie..! H- Harshita , she's my sister and one of my favourite persons. I- India, " mera bharat mahan" . Even with all the potholes and the corrupted politicians. J- Jam with real pieces of fruit in it, especially strawberry and mulberry!:) K- For Kamna , M-E L- Lameness of life, which is perpetual in my case.(what am I saying?!) M- Mother. The only person who can love you unconditionally. N- Nature. The reason for our existence. O- O for oxygen. I love the song by Colbie . P- Pretty. Oh I'm so pretty :) lame, told you! Q- Q fo...

So I was lying on my bed this afternoon listening to my iPod , when I started thinking about things I really want to do in life, like a wish list . Here it is, Climb Everest. (Totally cliched, I know, but who doesn't want to be on the top of the world!) Skydive.(My dad's done it, and it's on video..just hope i do it without chicken- ing out!) And Bungee Jump.(Okay, maybe not, maybe ill faint just looking down!) Come on a reality TV show like "Moment of Truth" or "The Amazing Race." Meet and write a song and perform with any one of my favourite artists(Highly unlikely, but a dream's a dream) Live in a country home, you know, lakefront mansion, tea on the porch, the works. Go to as many wildlife national parks around the world. I do want to see the animals before they are extinct. Sleep in a four-poster bed. And a water bed. Drive on a road that never ends, not too fast, again on a country road. Hopefully. Learn how to dance, properly, any dance form....